Small Victories
Yesterday was a big day for our little girl.
We do the whole ‘last one there is a rotten egg’ thing when we need a friendly way to motivate the kids. Porter usually wins but Jessie doesn’t whine about it (yet). She does little things to try and move him along though. One example is at bedtime Porter is always the first on the potty so she’ll sit on the little stool by the sink saying she has to go really really bad to try and usurp his 1st place win.
Yesterday morning she got up when I did (believe it or not sports fans, I’m first one up 5 days a week) and as she started to wake a bit she realized that the house was still pretty quiet. No footsteps, no showers, Boxer still chirping to be uncovered. She brushed her hair from her eyes and lifted her head with the slow realization that, for the first time in the burgeoning memory of her life, that she was the first person up. Better said, that she was up before Porter.
And she stood her little back up straight, proud, while a smile of satisfaction rose upon on her face like the sun. A slow look around the room revealed an inner monologue that no doubt involved an award little sisters get for doing something before their big brother.
In her wonderful excited diction she says, “I. First. One. Up!?” “You sure are baby girl.” “Yay!”
Small victories, sweet honey love, small victories.
It was the highlight of my day.