Being a teacher has some huge advantages as far as time off goes. I get the next week off to be with my girls. Today was day one. My smallest daughter decided that 6 am would be a GREAT time for me to get up on my first day of vacation. Luckily, her sister stayed in bed until 7:30. After a light breakfast, they settled for show.
They decided to play for a while in their playroom together. I stayed in the living room listening in. They played in the Little Tykes house for a while rocking their baby dolls and pretend cooking for each other. I heard them dump the legos and begin to build a tower together. Then I heard a slap and before I could get up to run damage control and institute a time out I heard this exchange:
"I'm sorry Emmy. I shouldn't have hit you." Jordan says remorsefully.
"I'm soo-rry, Sissy." Emily replies.
I then hear some slippy kisses and a couple I love yous. I let it go.
I know it wont always be this way. They sometimes fight and I know they will continue to get annoyed with each other. What are sisters for? But these glimmers of hope. These queit moments of forgiveness and acceptace...well, they are priceless.
I later told Jordan how proud I was that she realized she had made a bad choice and immediately apologized for it. She shouldn't hit in the first place, but she is four and she's learning. I forget sometimes that she is only four and somewhat a slave to her sence of self.
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