I love hearing kind words being spoken by my children.
Yesterday in the midst of the morning rush I sent Claire upstairs to start the tub for Lucy.
On my way up to join them I finished packing four lunches and helped Grace figure out some notes in some trouble-spots she was plunking out on the piano.
By the time I got upstairs Claire had Lu in the tub and the very sweetest conversation ensued:
Claire: "Now Lucy, which days do we have our school?" [Claire has taken it upon herself to be Lucy's "home schooling" teacher and has even somehow managed to bring home papers and extra assignments from her real school to assign to Lucy, her feisty little pupil at home.]
Lucy: "Monday and Fffffffffffursday"
Claire: "Yep, Monday and THursday. Which other day?"
[Lucy says nothing, looks at her sister puzzled]
Claire: [with all the enthusiasm she can muster up and her eyes opened really wide] "Sun..."
Claire: "Yep, Sunday, Okaaaaaay? Now look up for a minute, I'm going to dump water on your head."
[Lucy dutifully obliges]
Claire: "Ok, now let's put your crazy shampoo in OK?
Oh man, I can't really capture the sound of their voices...the caring, big-sisterly intonation in Claire's, the secure, happiness in Lucy's. I'm just so grateful that this girl has SO many helpers who adore her so darn much that all the shenanigans she throws into our family are fully absorbed.
Now, don't go thinking that just because there's extra-heart-melting-sweetness going on that it's all rainbows and butterflies around here.
In fact, our family goal this week is to "speak nicely to each other." We've had some issues we're trying to nip right now before they get worse. We have a "no tolerance" policy for not talking nice and people are breaking it right and left.
Especially these two:I know, I know, that picture has you duped, right? These two are either best friends or worst enemies.
My latest tactic is that each time their voices get a little sassy I start singing "If the Savior Stood Beside You..." (a song from primary at church). As soon as they hear me singing in my very un-skilled, cheesy voice they stop mid-sentence as sheepish grins spread across their faces.
I like being a mom.