Every once in a while Enu will put out a box by her door and ask for donations to send to Ethiopia. We throw some coins in and she adds it to our coin jar that we save to send to Ethiopia around Christmas time. This is the great way to teach the kids that every penny counts and adds up.
The other day Elle hung this up on her door:
Translation: Please put money for Ethiopia.
This makes my heart swell with pride. I love my girls and that they give and have a heart for giving is amazing for me!
I love this picture of her. Her face is just like when she was a baby. Serious.
Once upon a time. A long time ago. I was an idealistic mother who couldn’t wait for her daughter to grow up and read all the books her mother loved so we could sit around and talk about them together. I made a list of books I wanted her to read, categorized by age appropriateness and reading level.
Fast forward ten years later and some of the list has been read by Meg. I have discovered a few things along the way. One is that Meg is Meg, not me. Two is kids like to talk, a lot, but not about things you want to talk about. Three is that Meg has given me my own list of books to read.
While Little Woman and Little House on the Prairie will always hold dear to my heart I have fallen in love Harry Potter. I recently read a fun book entitled Schooled. I read The Hunger Games trilogy and am discussing it with Meg as she completes it herself. The 39 Clues series is on my reading list as she really enjoyed them.
She likes adventure, mystery, strange languages and hard to pronounce names. I like history, clean and fun romance and moral courage throughout the pages.
Watching her read a book reminds me of me at her age as I would read all day long, switching positions (Chair. Floor. Hanging upside down off couch.) just as she does now. She will read for hours until a book is done, just like I can. She gets twitchy if she doesn’t have a book, like me.
Having a child is such a mystery. She is so Hubby. She is so me.
I’ll read what she recommends any day!
