Abby in response to Katie's cleaning up of the back yard (picking up trash, scooping poop, putting away toys)...
"Oh, thank you Mommy! I'm so proud."
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Routine Responsibility, Unexpected Grattitude
A routine parental responsibility.
A hugely unexpected expression of gratitude.
Abby spilled some of her slushy on her shirt and pants while trying to spoon it into her mouth. For Abby, this was more than possible without the mess. Nonetheless, there it was.
A bit less than patient in my response, I uttered a mild disdain for the mishap. "Abby," I said, with a whisper-like tone that clearly communicated my sense of inconveneince with the situation.
Routinely, I headed for the napkins and, calming myself fairly quickly, proceded to wipe off Abby's torso and thigh. Routine. You would expect no less.
Enter: Abby's response.
Arms thrown around my neck in an Abbyesque tightness that is her MO for communicating sincerity, our eldest three-year old exclaimed...
"Thank you Daddy! You're the greatest!"
For me, there are no words.
A hugely unexpected expression of gratitude.
Abby spilled some of her slushy on her shirt and pants while trying to spoon it into her mouth. For Abby, this was more than possible without the mess. Nonetheless, there it was.
A bit less than patient in my response, I uttered a mild disdain for the mishap. "Abby," I said, with a whisper-like tone that clearly communicated my sense of inconveneince with the situation.
Routinely, I headed for the napkins and, calming myself fairly quickly, proceded to wipe off Abby's torso and thigh. Routine. You would expect no less.
Enter: Abby's response.
Arms thrown around my neck in an Abbyesque tightness that is her MO for communicating sincerity, our eldest three-year old exclaimed...
"Thank you Daddy! You're the greatest!"
For me, there are no words.
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