This morning I went in Laney's room to borrow her brush, which we always have to be careful about. I know her vanity in her room is pretty sacred and it's the cutest thing. At 8, which I think is pretty young, she wakes herself and has a strict morning schedule she follows to a "T" each day, including taking bath. I love that she is very routine, pretty cute. So while I'm in her room getting the brush, I happen to see written on her marker board which is sitting underneath the vanity, an entire page of notes. Of course, I had to read them. The words I found, were the sweetest most precious thing I think maybe I've seen. I stood there just reading it for 15 minutes or more, soaking it in. I knew I wanted to remember those words for a long long time.
You see, we are having some growing pains and challenges involving friends, self esteem and feeling ok. Breaks my heart knowing what tears I know are yet to come, but these words I read were the sweetest. They told me that all the things we have been talking about every day, each night are being heard. I called Dad and told him and meant to go back and snap a quick photo for me, for tucking away in that special spot, so my heart could remember.
Well...at 4:30...I gasped remembering that I had totally forgot to take the photo. Knowing Delaney was home, I quickly went to her room, only to find her sitting at her vanity writing something totally new, having a great time as only she would after school. I stopped...just standing there....
I was so proud of her, yet so crushed. I wanted to read it again, just one more time. She saw the look in my eye, but do I tell her? I had to, we are always honest. So I told her I read her words and I loved them so much I wanted to keep them forever. Made me a little teary.
You know what she said? She said, Mom, it's ok. I just wrote that this morning as my reminder for the day. I have been writing happy messages to myself each morning before school and it's making the day great. So I will write another one tomorrow and you can have that one. It's ok, mom.
You know as a mom, you hope and pray and feel their pain so much deeper and when you see the fruits of just one tiny little bit make a difference, it's HUGE.
So as I'm feeling so darn mad at myself for having such a brain lapse, Delaney is telling me this. Well Mom, since you are so proud of me...can you take us out for Mexican tonight??????