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"Look, Mom. I drew a perfect lower case "a."By the time she finished her proclamation, I was sobbing and smiling simultaneously.
"You sure did. It makes me proud of you to see you so proud of yourself. You're getting to be an awfully good speller and reader."
"Thanks, Mom. Is that why you love me so much?"
"No. Acutally, I love you so much because you are kind and polite and loving and a wonderful sister. But also because no matter what you try to do, you don't give up until you succeed or decide that you could really use some help and then you ask for it. But not before you try your best. That is the mark of a truly successful person."
"It means that you can do whatever you want to do and be really, really good at it."
"Even when I grow up?"
"Especially when you grow up."
"Well, when I grow up, I want to be a writer...
...but I might change my mind. Just so you know."
Amen, my baby.
she also made me sign her up for the Wizard of Oz auditions at school. she said she'd be a munchkin, but not a flying monkey. she has boundaries, afterall.