I ask Charlotte what she is thankful for every night at bedtime. It’s inevitable that “daddy, “Ashy,” “Gwama,” “Papa” or some friend or family member will make the list.
Sadly, she never tells me she is thankful for me.
Now, I know it would be petty for me to feel jealous of the list of people and things for which Charli is thankful. …
BUT this list includes the likes of Minnie Mouse and shoes, just any old shoes. While thanking God for shoes may be interpreted in a very profound way, I doubt my two-year-old is contemplating the socioeconomic status of developing nations and how millions of people around the world do not own shoes and she has four pair in her latest size.
She was once thankful for a squishy toy lizard. How can I even try to get on this list?!
I want so badly for her to look up at me with those big blue eyes, smile and say she is thankful for me, mama, mommy or even Angie. That would be ok with me!
I wasn’t here to tuck Charlotte into bed tonight because I was playing volleyball. When I got home, HOS told me that Charli finally said she was thankful for me. ME!!
When he asked her why, you know what she said?
Smart girl. And she will be getting more cookies tomorrow!!!