The more time I have with this girl the more I am convinced that she is in fact my teacher and not the other way around. She teaches me about myself, about my husband, about God. It’s not my job here to produce a good human. To teach her how to be good. She already is. She is innate goodness.
No, it is not my job to teach her how to be good. How could I when it is she that is a few steps from heaven? It is my job to gently remind her when she forgets. To try my damnedest to give her an example of how to hold onto that goodness well past infancy.
(It should be noted that I will fail at this. Over and over and over. But I have to keep trying.)
Your daughter is so precious!!
Thank you! I’m totally biased but I agree with you ;)
I am envious that your daughter was pulling up at seven months! Meanwhile, my seven month old was like, Nah it’s cool, I’ll just sit here, somebody will pick me up eventually.
Isn’t it weird how you go from, “Oh my gosh, look at what you can do!” to, “Oh crap, I can’t set you down and walk away anymore.” in about twenty minutes? Motherhood is ridiculous ha