A Recalcitrant Wife and Mother Tells All
I was wracking my brain to come up with a fabulous, life-altering tip I could share with you for my Just The Tip Tuesday feature today. And then I remembered this really charming motivational slogan and table scape I spied the other day at Kelly Is Inspired:
Cheese and crackers, I love those colors and textures together. Some people just have an eye for that kind of thing. And by some people, I mean not me. Sigh. I decorate like I parent… with a loud voice and a lot of apologies.
Anyhoo, those sassy pink Chucks reminded me of the very same ones my darling Mini-Me (formerly known as Klepto) wore and destroyed in less than 24 hours.
Which then got me thinking about what a passionate and intensely committed child my Mini-Me is, in every part of her life. We’re talking balls-to-the-wall, that girl.
And that’s when I remembered going through her school papers last week and finding this:
It’s the back of her weekly timed math facts test. Just in case you can’t see the picture, it says in very neatly printed 2nd grader handwriting “I can Do it!” And it is circled for emphasis.
I didn’t teach her to do that. What, with all the shouting, and apologizing, and bad decorating – who has time to teach life skills?
So I asked her, “Honey? What’s this on the back of your test?”
And she said, very nonchalantly, “Oh, I just felt like writing it.”
“Where did you learn to do that?” I asked, thinking she must have copied it off someone else’s paper.
“Nowhere. It just came to me,” she replied.
So I enthused: “That is SO cool! Do you think it helped?”
“Shhhhya-ah! Look at my score! It was my highest ever!” (Like, duh Mom, totally.)
And I thought to myself: that is one awesome kid. At the tender age of eight, she already knows one of the secrets to the universe:
Whether you believe you can do a thing or not, you are right.
~ Henry Ford
Hot damn, I want to be just like her when I grow up.
Just with cleaner shoes.
Believe and achieve! Your friend,
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Hi, I'm Iris. I'm a suburban hostage with excessive facial hair and a penchant for boxed wine. Sometimes I feel like an invisible vessel for grandchildren and PTA donations. I take pictures of my dog's poop. Welcome to my blog.