My oldest daughter, Dani (now 7), has been a treasure of highs and lows, since birth. The other night she was so sweet.
“Oh Mom, I love you so much. No, you don’t understand. It’s much more than love. I just love you more than any daughter could love a mother.” Ahhh.
Then there are the lows.
Her first grade homework/reading, which should take about 35 minutes, usually ends up taking closer to 90 minutes due to, a bit, of a focus issue.
She has not been performing so well on her spelling tests lately, so I simply amended her teachers instructions for spelling practice and, now, have her write out those spelling words—one extra day! (gasp).
Yesterday was the extra day and Dani was not happy about these additional few minutes of work. She eloquently explained her terrible plight with a loud dramatic cry, “None of the other kids have to do this! I want a new mom! You’ve ruined my life!!!”
After the waters calmed and backtalk consequences were laid out, Dani finally resigned herself to do what she knew she was not getting out of.
We were just starting our additional spelling words when a spelling diversion miracle happened. My five-year-old daughter, Evie, ran upstairs excitedly yelling, “The basement flooded! There’s water everywhere!”
We all traveled downstairs to check out the damage. The snow had melted quickly and the water was covering the tile floor, seeping into the carpet, and still coming in. (This is now our third mini-flood). Dani could not believe her luck! My two girls and my two-year-old son all started jumping up and down and doing a crazy jig-like dance. Life just doesn’t get any better, for them.