There are just some instances where you look at your kid and you think..."wow, I am so proud of you and what you have just done...I must have done SOMETHING right". Now I am sure that there are plenty of times that you look at your kid and think "who's is your momma and can I have a chat with her?" Granted both of those scenarios may or may not have anything to do with you as a parent, but I'd like to think the incident I witnessed on Sunday with my daughter had a little something to do with genetics - mostly from my father.
We were at Andrew's sweltering baseball game on Sunday...now I hate to use the word sweltering because we had just sat through 100 degree soccer game the day before and Sunday was only in the upper 80's. However, by the time we got through half the game we were sitting in the complete sun and decided that we would throw loyalty to the proverbial arid cook your face wind and go sit on the opposing teams side, which just happened to be in complete shade. We quickly realized that most of our team had already jumped ship and were enjoying the much needed shade.
Bella sat on the bleachers and continued to work on her homework. Pretty soon I noticed a 5 year old little girl in a t-ball uniform sit right behind her. This girl was straight out of a picture book, sandy blond hair all tossled and pulled into a pony tail, big blue eyes, and a face full of freckles. Such a cutie pie. Well pretty soon I notice that she is sitting next to Bella on the bench about 2 feet from her. That didn't last long and before I knew it she was sitting RIGHT next to Bella.
So close that later on Bella told me she could feel her breathing down her neck. Pretty soon Bella turned to her and said hello, but kept working on her homework.
Pretty soon the little girl asked her if she wanted to color.
And of course my girl said..."Sure"
I was so proud of Bella, she made this little girl's day.
Grandpa Mike would be proud too.
- A Ro