Here's another from last night. About a year ago Henry and Isabelle were upstairs fighting about a puzzle. It's a Melissa and Doug alphabet train floor puzzle. I'm sure you've seen it. Instead of helping them resolve the issue I just marched upstairs, packed the puzzle up and threw it under my bed. It has been under there for a year. Isabelle found it last night and asked if we could get it out. I dusted it off and helped her put it together. She was so dang proud of herself as she talked about the letters and animals. What the heck? Of all things to take away (sword, light saber, figures that promote body image issues) I took away a puzzle. Not to mention, I taught them nothing by just taking away the puzzle.
Here's the upside to both stories: the puzzle is back and Henry knows where babies come from. Parenting is hard. We learn lessons at their expense and have to admit we are wrong way more than we admit we are right.
It's going to be okay though. Henry gave me a hug and a kiss this morning after getting out of the car. He was almost to the school door when he ran back for a second hug. He's a good boy.
Lastly, and not so related to the topic, Henry told me the Vikings lost last night. He wasn't mad though because he said our loss gave the other team (?) their first win. Like I said, he's a good boy.
--maggie

1 comment:
Universal topics with that awesome Maggie slant~I look forward to your stories, total blast!
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