Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Get well cards and unibrows

Miriam's class sent home some get-well cards with Rachel on Friday afternoon. Miriam happily sifted through the pile of cards, apparently taking careful notice of each one because when she'd finished looking through them all she piled them up and pounded the stack on the table to make it nice and neat.

"That was nice of your class to send you cards," I said.

"Yes," she agreed. "There's only one problem. I didn't get one from Xak."

She had actually written down the name of each sender so she could check to see who she got cards from and who she didn't get cards from. I wouldn't say she was ungrateful for the cards she got, because she was grateful, but...sometimes her expectations exceed reality.

"Maybe Xak wasn't at school when they made the cards," I suggested.

"Yeah, maybe," she said.

When I was in grade one I don't think I even knew the names of everyone in my class (not even by the end of the school year). It was a stressful year for me, I was shy, I didn't talk to anyone if I had the option of not talking to them.

Miriam, on the other hand, seems to know all the kids in her class, all the kids in the other grade one classes, and all the kids in all the kindergarten classes. She's a super socialite. Everyone wants to be her friend and that works out just fine because she wants to be everyone's friend in return.

She knows she's cute and funny and smart and friendly and I don't think anything could make her think otherwise, at least at this stage in her life (and hopefully she'll retain that confidence throughout those terrible middle school years (which seem to be approaching quickly all of a sudden (now that Rachel's entering grade four (and I realize Miriam isn't Rachel, but she's only two years behind!)) because she is cute and funny and smart and friendly).

A while ago she came home from school, practically floated off the bus, and ran into the house to announce with glee, "Mom! Guess what! I have a unibrow!"


"Yes, beautiful girl, you kind of do," I said.

"Not just kind of!" she squealed. "It's an actual unibrow!"

"How exciting," I said.

"I know!" she said.

I have a feeling she won't always love this about herself (but at least it's something she can't blame on me because this trait did not come from me (*cough* it was Andrew *cough*) but maybe she'll surprise me and not ever give in to what our society says is beautiful and love every little bit of herself forever. Wouldn't that be awesome? Because every little bit of her is beautiful.

Now to find a book about Frida Kahlo for her...

5 comments:

  1. Did someone point out her unibrow at school? I love her confidence and personality. She and Benjamin were definitely welcoming of me last year at Rachel's baptism. I have always felt grateful for them after that evening. :)

    Is Rachel more like you in that she's shy? She doesn't really strike me like that, but what do I know from reading your blog these last few years? She seemed more shy about my being at her baptism...or maybe she was just weirded out at this STRANGER being there at her special event. Or maybe it was being 8 and her having her own friends there. Personalities are so fun!

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    1. Yes, Rachel is definitely more timid.

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  2. so cute :)


    "Yes," she agreed. "There's only one problem. I didn't get one from Xak."

    She had actually written down the name of each sender so she could check to see who she got cards from and who she didn't get cards from. I wouldn't say she was ungrateful for the cards she got, because she was, but...sometimes her expectations exceed reality.

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  3. Ezra at dinner tonight, "I can't wait until I finally get a peach fuzz mustache like my sisters." Glad Miriam loves herself so much!!!!

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    1. Hahaha! Oh, Ezra. :)

      (I have a peach fuzz moustache, too. That my girls can blame on me; the unibrow though is all Andrew).

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