I didn’t see it coming.
I expected it when they were toddlers, but it never happened.
But at five and a half…I didn’t see it coming.
It began innocently enough. She sat at the kitchen table, “writing” a story in pencil while I washed the dishes. We chatted. We laughed at the squirrel trying so desperately to get into the bird feeder. We laughed out loud when the sparrows stood directly beneath the squirrel and squawked in protest, there to stake their claim.
And then, as I quietly put the pots and pans back in their proper places, my sweet girl made an important discovery.
Mommy! If you drag the eraser around the table it makes a fancy design! Just like writing!
Never one to stunt the creativity of my kids, I decided to take a light-hearted approach.
Well look at that, Sweet Girl, you’re right. It does make a fancy design. But, you know, we only write on paper, not furniture, so let’s see what happens when we use the eraser on dark paper.
Enough said. I was sure of it.
Until a few weeks later…when I walked by the little white table only to find her name scrawled across it in pencil. A flower was drawn underneath, and her “trademark” just above. My sweet girl had struck again.
It’s a delicate balance, this parenting thing. I have this sweet little girl who almost never makes a poor choice. She eats well, she goes to bed on time, she’s (mostly) sweet to her brother, she’s good to her friends, and she never even really went through a hitting phase. She is consistently described as thoughtful, kind, caring, and sweet.
She’s one of the good ones.
So when she goes off the grid and makes a choice that leaves me scratching my head in stunned silence, I have to think about it for a while…