So Proud

July 10, 2005

We went to a community festival today where my daughter made a picture frame out of colorful foam. It is very cute, indeed, complete with polka dots and hearts.

On our way home she says, “I’m so proud of myself for making that frame!”

I say, “Yeah, it’s so pretty. It’s great to make something and feel proud of yourself afterward, isn’t it? I feel proud of myself after I make things too.”

“Oh,” she says “like you feel proud of yourself after you make dinner?”

“Uh…”

“You mean, like when you do the laundry and finish it, then you feel proud of yourself?”

And I have to ask myself: How is it possible that in the span of four sentences a conversation that was so full of hope and good things does a complete 180 and ends up in the dirty laundry?

Moreover, WHY DOES THIS FEEL LIKE THE STORY OF MY LIFE?

Category: Life, Parenting

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