((We’ve made a conscious decision to raise L to have no particular religious leanings. We answer questions when she has them: Thus far, its been “Why do people have gods” and “What happens after someone dies” mainly. Overall, though, we just teach her to not be a toe-rag. So, when someone makes a comment like “I do good things because I’m a (insert religious leaning here). Where else does good come from?”, I look at Miss L and I get steamed. Because I know where good comes from. I see examples of it every time she does something as sweet as she did two nights ago…))
A couple days ago, I got my flu shot. As it happens, every time I get the flu shot, I go through a period of time where I get horribly ill from it. Basically, it gives me a 24-hour flu. Now, this day, hours after having got it, I got L dressed for her dance classes, and drove her to the community center, only to find out classes had been cancelled. So, we decided to go to Chipotle instead. While we were there, I started to really feel crappy, so L and I gathered up our things and drove home.
She was very concerned about me, and as we were walking to the house, she said “Would an ice pack help, mommy?” I explained to her that it wouldn’t, that I needed something warm instead. So she eagerly ran ahead to the door, telling me “When we get in, I will get you something warm!”
Once I got the door open, she grabbed my hand and gingerly led me to the couch and ‘helped’ me sit. Then, once I was settled, she did her best to cover me up with the blanket we keep there. At this point, she says seriously “I’m learning the basic skills.” (L has talked several times in the past about her desire to be a doctor or nurse when she grows up.) I smiled, shivered, and pulled the blanket higher.
She grabs her left-overs from Chipotle, sits at her little coffee-table spot, and after eating a few bites, gestures towards me with her fork and proclaims “Let me know when you want a bedtime story.” I tell her I just want her to eat, but apparently she’d been set on reading me a story, because after a few more minutes of her quietly chomping and me biting back whimpers because every inch of my body hurt, she says “I’m going to take one more bite, and then I’m going to read you a story.”
True to her word, she takes one more bite, puts her left-overs in the fridge, tromps upstairs, and comes back down with a Calvin and Hobbes book clutched under one skinny little arm. She wedges herself down into the spot between the couch and the coffee table, skims through the book to ‘find the funniest ones’, and proceeds to read me a bedtime story composed entirely of comic strip lines.
It was awesome.
After story time was over, she did her homework, we played a game of checkers, and she curled up beside me to help keep me warm. Sharknado was put on until it was obvious she wasn’t going to fall asleep unless I turned it off- not because she was scared, but because she was fascinated. (I’d told her she could sleep downstairs beside me until her daddy got home.) So I turned off the TV, put the Nim’s Island audio book on my phone, and eventually she was sound asleep.
So, in conclusion, yeah… I know where good comes from. I see it every time my child does something sweet/helpful just because its in her very nature to be that way.
We had Trunk or Treat last Sunday. L wanted to go as Mr. Spock. She was a hit.
So many of the people at her school didn’t recognize her at first, which lead to squeals of her name when they finally did, and then hugs/snuggles/high fives and compliments on the costume. She ate it up, especially as she was the only Star Trek’ed costumed kid there. ((See, my child makes social butterflies look like recluses, to the point she even won the “Good kid” award at school in kindergarten for being always kind, always loving, always willing to be a friend, always helping, etc. I have people stop us in stores just to talk to her. They don’t even acknowledge me until its obvious I’m staring boggle-eyed at them like “Who are you, and why are you squeezing the innards out of my child?!” The boggle-eyed reaction is less now that we’re on our second year of school. I tend to just internally sigh and wait to be acknowledged now. ))
Anyways, at one point during Trunk or Treat, this guy whips out his phone and shows L that his background/wallpaper is Mr. Spock. L loses it. You know that scene in Jurassic Park where Alan Grant is so flabbergasted by the dinosaurs that he bends at the waist, stumbles back a bit, with his hands on his knees? That’s what L does for a solid minute, as her mouth opens and closes soundlessly. Eventually the hysterical giggles of disbelief hit. This thing – this simple background on this random guy’s phone – has made her night.
Not that we took her Trunk or Treating. Not that she was a huge hit dressed up as Spock. No, it was that some dude she’s presumably never met before has a picture of Leonard Nimoy dressed as Spock on his phone.
Gotta love kids. Right?