I ran the kids around the other morning, and I knew I would probably pay for it. Peter, on those occasions, sort of zones out and goes with the flow. Lizzy, on the other hand, begins to wilt and gets visibly worn out. It can get nasty. On the way home from our errands, Lizzy was starting to give it to me. I had her go to her room while I was making lunch. She asked if she could have some paper and a pencil and I figured, "Why not? At least she'll be doing something constructive." After a few minutes, she called out, "Mommy! You might want to look at my door! Someone left you something!" I knew it probably wasn't going to be good, so I wasn't too surprised to find a note that said, "No Mom" with a picture of me x-ed out. I gave virtually no reaction, but said, "Oh. That's not a very nice picture. That doesn't make me feel very good" and walked away. I heard her tear the picture down, and a few minutes later I heard, "Mommy! You might want to look at my door again! There's something special for you!" When I checked it out, I found a darling picture of me with flowers and butterflies, and the words, "I love you Mom!" Not that's more like it! Lizzy stood there smiling. Thank goodness for a guilty conscience. I told her how much I loved it, and how special it made me feel. I told her, "Let's have lunch. Everything always feels better on a full stomach." I have a feeling I'll be getting lots more notes, good and bad, in the years to come. At least she's expressing herself, right?!
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