A long time ago, as in I was in high school, I was visiting with my Aunt Molly in her house on Bristol Court. I can't remember if this memory took place before she left to go somewhere and I was about to babysit, or, if it was after she returned from being somewhere and I had just babysat----or, if I was just over there hanging out. Whichever way, I remember we were in the kitchen and Molly was sharing with me the postive difference she noticed in her children when she, at bedtime, sat with them and told them all of the wonderful things about them that happened during the day. I remember her sharing that her children seemed to get along better, were more obedient and, happier.
Fast forward however many years since, to now, with me as a mother to Abigail. I remembered the lesson shared with me by my Aunt Molly and have begun each night, for about 3 or 4 months now, sharing with Abigail all of the wonderful things I loved about Abigail each day. "Abigail, I loved the way you sang in the car today. I loved the way you played peek-a-boo with the pharmacist at the store. I loved watching you jump into the pool. Thank you for saying
please." I have noticed that she quiets down and listens intently. I know she understands my praise. I love taking a moment to consciously think of all of the good from our day. Our days can be perfect sometimes, but sometimes crazy and hectic, sometimes teary and stressful, but always, always, always, there are good parts about our day......and I like to think that Abigail takes what I share with her and dreams of all of those good things.
Lessons Shared. Lessons
Gratefully Learned.
