No need to spoil Romy (à la at this insane chotchky amazing toy store behind her that's literally five steps from her school), to smother her, or to live each moment/day in fear like it could be her last.
My goal is not to #over-protect,
but to #protect
within reason, even as the balance of #power
shifts evvver so slightly more to her control the older she gets
Never to #preach
(anyway, I'm Jewish, we #complain,)
but to teach her right from wrong and how to be #smart
in the #real
world, not just the #academic
And of course it never hurts to hug a little harder kiss a little #juicier
a little more demonstratively.
As for me, as I watched the horrific events unfold Monday night in Manchester, I reminded myself to be more present, to live more in the moment and to put down the phone so I could actively #participate
more in life with Romy and in general .
And the next morning, my 7 y/o first grader, with no knowledge of the bombing, my heavy heart, or my plan to be more actively present while with her, said the most poignant thing possible (and literally as if on cue) as we left for school. "My room looks like a kindergartner's room because there's so much #color
I added trees and drew a couple more pictures. I'll show you tonight." It was through Romy that I developed my understanding of and capacity for #unconditionallove
and as is the case here, it is most often through Romy that I #reevaluate
how well I'm doing at life; it seems I'm ALWAYS reminded how much more joy I can glean from it. Why is that? Because Romy is a happy child and she finds the happy wherever she goes. She is happy, inherently nice, empathic, kind, thoughtful, caring and loving. #bothparentsStanfordalums #alreadygotherrejectionletter #whenshechoselegosovercodingthisfall
**kidding, sorta kidding...The #truth:
I intentionally go with her #flow
because this child truly #saved
me from myself.