My youngest daughter yesterday:
1. "Mom, I just came to hug you goodnight."
It's 10pm. I am just out of the bath and wrapped in my towel. I tucked her in an hour ago. We hug.
"And there's another thing too." She hesitates. "I want to apologize."
"When you asked me if I was done with my reading, I said yes, but I actually wasn't." She gives a little smile and a sideways glance into my eyes. "I don't know why I lied about such a small thing."
"Is your reading finished now?"
"Yes. I actually read 9 pages over!" she says with expression and pride. "Sorry I lied."
"Thank you for telling me. I appreciate your honesty. I feel like I can really trust you when you tell the truth."
We hug. She is so light and spritely. A little fairy-princess-warrior-human child.
2. I find out this morning that last night she snuck two of her precious dollars into her sister's wallet, because she heard her talking about needing money for a concert t-shirt.
3. She also made a little get-well gift for her friend. She put a couple of small toy figures into a worry-doll box, tied a tiny piece of halloween candy on top...a 3-musketeers. She describes the 3-musketeers candy to me with joyful wonder, asking if I've ever had one before. "It's soft, airy chocolate surrounded by more chocolate!"
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Sarah Pemberton leads writer's workshops and summer camps that connect people through story.