She is fiercely independent, my daughter. She’s at that age where she wants to do everything for herself, by herself. Undo her seatbelt, get in and out of the car, get dressed, do up all the fiddly buttons, make her own sandwich.
All these things I wait patiently for her to do all by herself, knowing it would be ten times quicker to do them for her, but also knowing she needs to do them herself.
This morning it was 1:27am when she called out my name over and over in her cute, crackly cold and flu voice. I raced into her room to see what the problem was.
She couldn’t reach the tissues that were on the floor next to her bed. That is totally something she could have done herself without dragging me out of bed in the middle of the night.
I was grocery shopping with my daughter yesterday and the lovely lady at the checkout spoke to Xanthe and smiled at her. Xanthe chattered back and smiled and waved goodbye.
As I pushed the trolley out to the car, Xanthe, with a blissful smile on her face, said “I’m so happy”. “That’s lovely” I said, “why are you so happy?”
“That lady made me happy” she said.
“Oh, that’s sweet. I think you made her very happy too” I said. And I could almost see the lightbulb go on for my daughter. She smiled that blissful smile again and remained deep in thought for some time.
Later that day, she said hello to another lady and the lady smiled back. Xanthe was overjoyed! “I made her happy!” She said triumphantly.
Today she smiled at my son’s teacher and got a smile and hello in return. She excitedly turned and told me, “look, I made her smile!”
I love that that Xanthes new favourite thing to do is to make someone smile.
“People with dimples have a divine role in this universe: smile!” ~Toba Beta