Our middle child has been an independent, resolute little sprite from the beginning. And it's no secret that she and I have butted heads many a time along the way (literally and figuratively). I have been and remain certain that there is much value in her willfulness and that, if directed rightly, it will serve her well in her future. But I have struggled so much at times to know how to lead her, to read her. She's been so set on contradicting everything I say or do. If I'd act playful, she'd pout. If I'd try to talk with her about her emotions, she'd shut off indignantly. If I'd tell her to stop doing something that might cause her harm, she'd continue ever so slightly, watching me with daring eyes. If I'd say it was nap time, she'd jump on her bed. She'd frequently follow me from room to room just whining. And would scream at top decibel in public (including the library), to which I'd try to teach her to take deep breaths and learn to calm herself. But she hasn't really taken to much of anything if it's come from me... until a couple of weeks ago.
Maybe it's that her twos are on their way out or that I've been trying to change the way I interact with her and loosen the reins on her considerably where I can, but she's been especially receptive and affectionate toward me lately. And I've been relishing it. Mike has noticed it too- that she's just been a more pleasant little thing as of late.
Every evening before bed, she's been asking me to sing "The Rainbow Connection," which I do while we snuggle. Jack often joins us in her bed, and the three of us (and sometimes Mike) sing it together, laughing and tickling each other. We've been experiencing more of these inspiring moments, and I thank God for each one. This is the good stuff.
And I've been encouraged that she's been showing greater attention spans for things she enjoys- like playing with Play-doh and her babies. As opposed to following me around sulking and seemingly bored. Perhaps my dull winter mood had her emulating my lack of zeal. I forget sometimes what a powerful influence my emotions have over these little ones. And have been making a real effort to rejoice in our blessings and dwell more in all of the special times we share.
This morning, we went to visit my friend, Nicole, and her three small children-- her youngest not yet a month. Abigail was so sweet holding baby Grace and planting gentle kisses on her head. She kept glancing up at me, shyly, and then a huge smile would break out over her face. And she's just as adoring to her baby sister, with whom she's always playing little games and tickling and talking to sweetly.
Thank you, Missy Boo, for being the lovable little girl you are! And I'm glad you've finally decided to come around to your Momma.