Monday, September 5, 2011
Today I spent a good portion of the day running errands in the car with the girls. You see, they start dance lessons tomorrow and I had to drive around town gathering all of the things they need just to participate in it. I had no idea that leotards, tap shoes, ballet slippers, and tights would end up costing more than three months tuition for the two of them!
Here is a sampling of one of the discussions we had in the car:
Mom: The teacher might ask if you are twins (we get that a lot, as I am sure many of you with children super close in age do). What will you tell her?
Mom: If they ask who is older, what will you say?
Abi: I am
Mom: (trying to be sneaky and teasing) And what if they ask who is nicer?
Abi: Carly is
Carly: What? I am nicer!
Abi: She is. I am only nice to Charlotte and Hailey and Kinzlee. But Carly is nice to Jayden and Reagan and Kinzlee, and Sarah and Charlotte and you.
At this point I pause to reflect on the book/movie "The Help" and think to myself "I should probably say something each morning to Abi when I look her in the eyes like 'you are nice, you are kind, you are important.'" It's moments like those that make me think that I am failing as a mother.