Today at lunch I asked F to split up the remaining blueberries between our two plates while I made the rest of our lunch. The photo above shows her first go at it. Can you guess which plate is mine?
I asked her if that seemed fair, and she didn’t seem to grasp what I was saying. Equal didn’t work either. “Same” seemed to do the trick. She quickly made adjustments, and later on as we were eating and I finished my half of the blueberries first, she offered me some of hers. She is fair, more than fair, most of the time. Even with blueberries.
She’s gotten a bit of the short end of the stick on the blog and around town lately. It’s easy to isolate out those moments of independence as measures of our day. It’s not as easy to remember that although those moments might be louder or demand more attention, they do not represent her on the whole – they are not the biggest part of who she is and who she is becoming. She’s delightful, and inquisitive, and loving – not always free with her affections, which makes those hugs and kisses that much more treasured and appreciated. She’s smart, and funny, and precocious in the best sense of the word, and she persists until she masters something new. Good girl, my girl. That’s what we want you to do.
To be fair, she’s amazing, and I’m lucky she likes to spend her Fridays with me each week.