II Chronicles 7:14

If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.

Friday, June 23, 2006

My daughter is so precious!!!

Lately Brooklyn has REALLY been a handful. Ever since she came home from visiting Matt's grandma for 4 days, she has been just defiant and a major smarty pants. (not that it has ANYTHING to do with her being there---if anything that would have helped her be better behaved) Anyway, that is not what this post is about...
In spite of the bad, she has also done some things that are just precious. For instance, a minute ago she asked me how to spell "wount". I asked her to repeat the word. Sure enough, she wanted me to spell "wount." I said, "Brooklyn "wount" isn't a word. How do you want to use it?" And her reply: "Wount you try this drink." I cracked up...what she was meaning was "why don't". I never realized it, but I say that ALL the time. "Wount you go pick up your toys" "Wount you go change clothes" etc. ha ha
In addition...yesterday while we were at McDonald's we had just gotten sat down with our food when I realized I had forgotten to get croutons for my salad. Not that big of a deal but she knows how much I like them so she offered to get them for me. I watched her go towards the front of the restrurant. She was very hesitant since there were probably 10 people waiting to order. I thought she would just up to the counter and get someones attention and ask but instead she just quietly got in line. She looked so little and naive and sweet and pure standing there behind a big biker-looking-guy in a leather vest. It was so precious to me that she was willing to just let her happy meal sit there on the table while she waited in that long line just to get me some croutons. Of course, I couldn't let her do it..so I ran in and got her and told her I didn't really need them anyway.
Lastly, one day last week when thing were getting really tense around here, I handed Grant a sippy cup of milk and walked out of the room for a minute. When I walked back in, there was my sweet daughter sitting on the couch with her little brother's head in her lap. She was running her fingers through his hair and singing him a song while he layed on the couch drinking his milk and "rubbing" the satin on his blankie.
I knew she wasn't doing it for show-just to impress me, she didn't even know I had seen...but it did impress me. It reminded me that even though they beat up on each other, pull each others hair, call each other names and fight non-stop...they really do love each other.
Brooklyn is always sure to wash Grant's hands when we enter and leave the daycare at the gym. Just a little thing..but she knows that we need to get the germs off and she cares that HE gets his hands washed too.
I definitely get flustered with her a lot..but I wouldn't trade her for anything or anyone. She is priceless and precious and such a gift from God. I just wish I would cherish her more and not get so frustrated with her. If I would just have a little more patience...I am always rushing her along. why oh why? Well, she is standing here right now asking to play computer games (and has been for the past 15 minutes) so I am going to quit rambling and give her a turn. bye4now!
Oh, one more thing. She calls Nickolodeon "Lickonodian" but don't tell her I told you...she gets really embarrased when I correct her! hee hee

2 comments:

kc said...

This was so precious! Thanks for sharing this. It reminds me to take the time to "enjoy" my kids, and also write down all the cute things they say right now, so I don't forget.
Oh, and as I am typing this, Levi is sitting here "when your finished, I can play Dora." haha

Amy said...

Jenni,
That line about Lickonodian cracked me up because I can totally hear Brooklyn's cute little voice saying that! Thanks for posting this for us to read. Too cute!