We had a better day today. Todd sent me to my room, and didn’t allow me to come down until he was headed to work at 12:30. He did “school” today. Riley had a wonderful playdate this afternoon at our house with a dear friend from school. They made snowmen and had dinner together and played Littlest Pet Shops and really hugged it out when it was time to say good-bye. She has so many more successes than failures, truly.
I do too, as her mother.
One of the perks of being homeschooled is she gets to stay up later than her brother. A whole hour. She has to read or do something quiet in her room, but she just loves this new freedom. Tonight when I came in to turn off the light I found her already asleep with this book in her hand.
Something about it really moved me. This girl who tries so very hard.
We talked it through last night. I told her how I get worried when she screams and cries like that in public, because I get afraid people won’t be able to see how wonderful she is, won’t be able to really know what a beautiful person she is, might be afraid to be friends with her because of it.
Her response was, “Yeah, and I get worried of falling behind.”
Her fear, just as rational to her as mine is to me.
We lay on her bed a long time and talked, heart to heart. No question about the love between us.
No big “aha” to ensure it will never happen again.
No secret instructions.