Can I tell you a story about this girl?
This girl is a beautiful example of compassion and caring and unconditional love.
Yesterday was a tough day for J Man. There was a coloring book incident and a Lego incident and both culminated in sobbing. He was being a pill, to be perfectly honest. We talked about kindness and respect. We talked about solutions. (His solution? Stop going to church (where the incidents took place) and just go camping instead.)
Anyway, by the end of the evening, it was apparent that J Man should not receive the “show respect” sticker on his behavior chart.
AND. And. As such, he only received $2 instead of $3 for his weekly allowance. Needless to say, the boy was absolutely distraught. He let me know straight-up that he was mad at me. Mad.
It was bedtime and I felt bad, but knew that he’d get over it.
This morning I walked into their room and was surprised to see Miss Rae’s wallet open on the floor. (Don’t worry. It’s not what you think. No thieves in the house.)
And when both kiddos woke up, they told me the rest of the story. Apparently, after Matty B and I told the kids goodnight and left the room, Miss Rae said, “I’ve got it!” And she got out of bed, found her wallet and pulled out a dollar for her brother.
Two things to note:
1. Much of J Man’s aggression this grumpy day was directed toward Miss Rae.
2. J Man is rich. He’s got more than $100, easy. Baby girl is a spender and had $8 to her name.
But she loves her brother 110% and would do whatever it took to make him happy.
(And then Matty B snuck into their room and took a dollar from J Man’s wallet and put it in Miss Rae’s. Cause he’s still gotta pay the consequences.)
Being a kid is hard.
Being a parent is harder.