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??????
I have been reading your blog for a while and this is the first time that I have been able to leave a comment.
Posted by: Lauri G | October 26, 2007 at 05:25 AM
Hey Danelle what a little sweetheart you have there and happy to share her thoughts with her mom. she will be a great journaler in her scrapbooks! 'Just wanted you to know I got through her with IE no problem. All of the bay area stores here are waiting for their Creative Cafe.........I am anxious to see it!
Donna
Posted by: Donna Bettencourt | October 26, 2007 at 09:50 AM
That is such a sweet story! Made me tear up a bit too!! Hope the Mexican was great!
Posted by: Sarah Corbett | October 26, 2007 at 10:23 AM
Hi Danelle! Congrats on your line shipping - it is so amazing and I can't wait to get my hands on it! So much fun! Awhile back you had a drawing and I won one of your swatchbooks but not sure if I emailed to the right place. If you still want to send one, I'd LOVE to get one and use it up! :) Just email me! Hugs! Robyn
Posted by: Robyn W. | October 26, 2007 at 10:51 AM
How very sweet! I have a daughter the same age - a bittersweet time! Thanks for sharing, Tanya
Posted by: TanyaS | October 26, 2007 at 12:18 PM
Aww, this is the most precious post. It gave me chills and tears also. What a sweetheart!!!
Loved her sense of humor with the Mexican food. Hope you all enjoyed it and I hope you get to snap a pic this morning, that is surely something I would want to treasure also.
Posted by: giosmama26 | October 29, 2007 at 08:23 AM
Just the sweetest, and the ending is PRICELESS!
Posted by: Trudie | October 31, 2007 at 06:53 PM
ohhhh - i love reading your blog for sweet little posts like this. it's what life is all about . . . - betsy
Posted by: betsy | November 06, 2007 at 07:57 AM