By AMY GULLI
A few weeks ago, I had a really bad day.
It was one of those days when everything’s a challenge. Nothing goes right. And stuff you’ve been waiting to have happen happens, and the outcome really sucks.
I got home late that night, after the kids’ bedtime.
My husband, Damon, had let our 6-year-old, Samantha, stay up until I got home because he knew she wouldn’t go to sleep until then anyway.
So Sam and I went upstairs to her room, and we lay down on the bed and snuggled and talked a little. She was overtired by that point, so she was being really giddy and silly.
I tried several times to get her to calm down and just talk, but she was beyond holding still.<p>
Finally, I got off the bed and stood, staring down at her.
“Sam,” I said, “Mommy has had a really, really bad day. And it would be really nice if you could not give me a hard time tonight.”
“What happened, Mommy?”
I sighed, because most of it was stuff she wouldn’t understand. Finally, I said, “Mommy worked really, really, REALLY hard on a project, and somebody didn’t like it today.”
Sam’s eyes got even more huge than usual. She stood up on her bed, took both of my hands in hers, looked me straight in the eye and said in the most earnest tone I’ve ever heard:
“Mommy, your project was wonderful. If you bring it home, I’m sure I will like it. And sometimes, even if you work really hard on something, somebody won’t like it. And that’s OK.”
I teared up. My heart melted. It was so sweet.
I thanked her, gave her a giant hug, then tucked her into bed.
Maybe she really is listening when we talk.
Amy Gulli lives in Dauphin County with daughter Sam, 6, and son Noah, 2. She writes about parenting at yorkblog.com/mommy.
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