A Tribute to my Girl

I need to shout it out loud and clear. My 2nd child, my "I'm-4-next-week" little girl is awesome. All my kids are great, but let me tell you about E.

I woke up yesterday morning with the biggest, nastiest migrane headache I have ever had. It only got worse as the day went on. I was supposed to drive into Boulder to pick up something from Jeremy, but called him to say I couldn't even see straight. It's a miracle that I got J to school and the rest of us back in one piece. I frankly can't remember how it happened. But it did. Thank you God!

I went to bed as soon as we walked back in the door from school drop-off. I "turned on" the Babysitter with strict instructions to the girls to be good. Over the next hour, I heard bangs, I heard clangs, I heard E saying, "No A! That's naughty!" I yelled, I pleaded...finally E came to tell me that she was cleaning up A's mess. I said thank you, and things quieted down.

Thankfully, and to my great surprise, my Hero arrived home from work a few minutes later, with a can of soup, crackers, and grapes. He's awesome...but this post is not about him. (Although he certainly does deserve it!!) It turns out that E was indeed cleaning up A's mess. My little stinker of a 2 year old girl, somehow, got the butter out of the fridge and proceeded to butter the kitchen floor...the cabinets...and my little handi-vac. Nice, huh? When Jeremy walked in the door, weilding his shield and armor to come save the day, he witnessed first hand, my sweet, wonderful E wiping up the mess.

That little darling knew I felt horrible. She knew that A was very naughty. She didn't even come and tell on her sister (small miracle!). In her sweet caring way, she was taking care of her mommy. I am SO proud of her. I call her "little mama", because she sincerely cares about others. She wants to help when someone doesn't feel good, or when someone is sad. More than once, when something has touched my heart - for good or bad - and my tears are flowing, a small warm hand is on my face, saying, "It's okay mommy". Wow. I don't deserve this wonderful little girl!

Please, Dear God, Please! Protect her sweet and wonderful heart. Help us mold her innocent compassion and kindness to continue to reflect Yours. Let us not trample her tender spirit! Most of all...THANK YOU for my sweet daughter. Please bless her as she grows!

Okay, lest I sound as if I'm playing favorites...let me assure anyone who may stumble upon my thoughts...I love all of my children. They each have wonderful and noteworthy characteristics. I will plan on sharing more about each of them at a later time.