Lessons of An Eight Year Old

It’s been a BIG, CRAZY week, especially for my 8 year old daughter.  She’s learned a lot of lessons the hard way.  On Wednesday, I received a call from her principal, who was chuckling as he informed me that she beat up a boy because he was being mean to her friends.  She had to stay in for recess the rest of the week.  Now, the “good mom” in me chided her.  But I also wanted to shout with praise, “That’s my GIRL!”  J 

On Thursday, I left home early to go to The Learning Place before my evening class.  I was gone for seven hours.  As I walk in the door, my husband says to me, “The dog is gone, Maddy needs stitches and I might get laid off.”  I almost had a heart attack, but the mother-bear instinct in me took over and I flew up the stairs to check on my daughter.  She was incoherent so we waited until morning, when she got 10 sutures.  She’s a little monkey and I’m surprised she hasn’t needed stitches before this.  She decided to climb on the kitchen counter to check on the plants on the windowsill.  Years of yelling at her not to climb on the counter, and I think she finally learned her lesson. 

The dog is still gone, he ran away, and I’d like ten minutes alone in a room with Mr. Scott Walker.