Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Dear Bubby (I don't care if you are sharp)

Dear Bubby,
I picked you up from day four of preschool today. You seem to like it. You don't even take time to kiss me good-bye when I drop you off. But today you ran to me when I got there with a big smile on your face, so that (almost) makes up for it.

Your teacher, Mrs. McA., stopped me and said, "You know, he's really sharp."

Then she proceeded to tell me the thing you did today that impressed her so much.  It made my heart swell with pride because, well, I taught you those things, and because all mommies like to hear good things about their kids.

I'm glad you are smart, Bubby. It makes many things very easy for you and for me. It also makes things exhausting, especially in this "Why is_____?" phase you are in. I love it and hate it all at the same time.

But I want you to know, Bubby, that there are more important things than being sharp.  I love the way you look out for your brother.  I love that you tell Daddy that Bug needs a turn for a horsie ride, and I love that you get more excited for his turn than for your own. I love that you tell me Bugaboo needs a snack, if you happen to get yours first.  I love that you told me on Monday that he needs to go to preschool, too.  When I told you not yet, he's too little, you responded, "He's bigger now." Your kindness melts your mommy's heart.

And being kind is more important than being sharp. I pray you will always be known for your heart.


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