A favorite memory

One of the funniest and most poignant memories I have of my daughter was when she was about 7 years old: a few years ago, when we lived in our old apartment, I was working on something in the living room, and B came in tugging behind her this little wooden cart. She had all her Backyardigans beanies piled up inside of it and wanted me to see something.

I said give me a few sweetie, Mommy has to finish this first. So she waited.

And waited.

She got tired of waiting, because out of the corner of my eye, I see her lining up all her Backyardigans in a row, only they were facing forward, with their backs to me. I asked her why she lined them up that way.

“They’re unhappy because you’re taking too long and won’t look at them.”

Translation: SHE was unhappy that I was working, and not paying attention to her. She used her stuffed animals to show me her emotions.

I put the work away after that. I could always go back to it, but she would only be little, for a little while longer.

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2 thoughts on “A favorite memory

  1. Aww, how cute! I miss mine being young!

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    1. FireBrightStarSoul October 21, 2017 — 23:20

      I do too sometimes, but every day she amazes me anew. I love watching her grow into a young lady. πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–

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