I have to catch up on the last few days . . . so here we go . . .
Wednesday was Grandma's birthday. Evan and I took her over breakfast and enjoyed the weather. Evan LOVES Uncle Eric's MP3 player - most especially when Uncle has his giant headphones!
And just when you thought this long post was over . . . I have a story I want to pen for memory. As I have been unpacking our bedroom I have been rearranging some things and moving some things that the girls hadn't seen. 2 of the things I moved out were 2 boutique box handbags that belonged to my Grandma Millie. One is empty and looks as if it's never been touched. The other one houses a few very special pieces of jewelery that I don't keep in my jewelery box - mostly things given to me by my Grandmothers. Well, one of the things was a pair of earrings from Grandma Jackie. Samantha got a little too excited about those earrings and flat snapped the top off one. She came up to me (I wasn't in the room) and informed me of what she had done and told me she was very sorry. Out of reflex I burst into tears - these were irreplaceable and important, two words that are horrible in a situation of broken shit! I walked outside and stood in the garage for a few minutes. There was the little girl part of me that wanted to just cry and punch something. But after a few more deep breaths, the mother side of me kicked in. If I didn't react the right way in this situation with something small like an earring, then what would I expect her to do if it was something big . . . um, not tell me?! It was one of those moments that I have where I am fully convinced that my decision in that moment is going to have a lifelong impact (yes I know how ridiculous it sounds - but that's how my mind works). So instead of yelling or crying - I very simply told her that I appreciated her coming and telling me the truth - because that was brave and a very big girl thing to do, and I was proud of her. In the end, it was a pair of earrings. And likely I would've passed them on to her at some point anyway - so at least by her breaking them now, we get a lesson out of it, right!? I am telling myself that anyway :)