So Madalyn's backpack is jingling like my granddaddy's pockets, and I put my hand into the side pocket to investigate. She's got about a dollar's worth of loose change, and I quickly called out to her, "Madalyn, where did you get all this change?" Her big brown eyes tell me she'd rather not discuss it, but after I ask again, she finally replies, "Darwin gave it to me. You know - I told you he likes me."
Madalyn is that girl... the one that walks in a room and takes ownership of it, not necessarily on purpose or by controlling things. She just has a way about her, a certain magnetism that people of all ages are drawn toward though they don't understand quite why. She is beautiful, no doubt, and I would obviously think it even if she really wasn't because I'm her Mama. But it's more than her outer shell... it's something about how she is. I can't quite put my finger on it. And I dare say that poor Darwin can't either, or he wouldn't have dumped the contents of his change cup into her tiny palm.
I never was that girl. I was timid, insecure, scared to be seen or heard in a crowd, terrified to ask a question or make a request. So watching the fruit of my womb skirt so easily through life stuns me, leaves me questioning how in the world does one parent a force such as that. But I suppose I'll figure it out along the way. This morning, I told her that if anyone wanted to give her money again to politely decline ~ tell them thank you, but why don't they buy them self an ice cream at lunch or save it. I don't know what else to tell her, and I can't say that she'll heed my advice, but you see the route I am trying to take with her. I don't want my daughter to be that girl that learns to take advantage of other people, especially not in kindergarten.
Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised. Proverbs 31:30
Oh, Heavenly Father... help me to be the kind of mother she needs and teach her how to be your girl.