when I hear and see things from my sweet girl like I have the past couple of days (other than her dropping the f-bomb on Sunday night).
Every time she’s at daycare, she comes home with a little sheet filled out regarding her day: when she slept, when and what she ate, and a set of notes about her activities. I always read these notes with interest, but then I recycle them with little thought. However, I have to record an excerpt from Monday’s note for posterity. “Anja is very good (amazingly good) at taking turns with her friends.”
Husband and I have worked so hard on teaching her to share; having some validation that it’s working is like a waft of lilac-scented breeze to my soul. Thank you, Lord, that all the moments of frustration and discipline lead to obedience. And may she someday do it to Your glory rather than ours!
Second, I have again noticed a leap in the sophistication of her play. She has long been feeding her babies, putting them down for naps, and taking them for walks in the stroller.
But today, she dug a baby out of her toy bin and asked me to tie a ribbon in her hair. Then she took her to her room and said, “Change diaper! Change diaper!” I just followed and observed. She nudged the doll until she got her up on the changing pad, and then said, “Put on clothes. Put on clothes.” She grabbed a dress and a pair of jeans out of her own dirty laundry pile and stretched and reached until she got those securely up on top of the changing pad, too. Promptly changing her mind, she took the clothes down and said, “Put on jammies,” and got her own pajamas out and flung them onto the table. She couldn’t reach the doll to get her back down, so I had to step in and help, but I could’ve just sat and watched all afternoon.
The nurturing streak God has put in her amazes me. I hope that if she becomes a mother someday, I will be there to observe and marvel at it.