a minute of manners and musings
dang 7th grader
As I was lying in bed this morning completely and fully aware that I was the last person in our family to remain in a horizontal position (I hate getting up in the mornings), this voice appeared in the dark. “Mom? Can you come down in 15 minutes? Exactly?”
It was Emma. She’s 12. It was 6:26 am. She gets up every morning at 5:30. I do not.
This happens a couple of times a week so I knew why I was being summoned. I could smell it. Literally. She had turned our kitchen into the corner coffee shop. I could smell the toast, the eggs, the coffee and it lured me down the steps and into the waiting and welcoming good morning hug of … a fully showered and dressed 7th grader.
Where does this come from? From whence did this child arrive? And why won’t she share some of what she’s got with me?
Emma had made breakfast for all four of us. Even her little brother, who – I can assure you – , deserves much less from his sister.
Mornings like this never fail to make me feel like the Terrible Mother of the Year, but as I was pouring my whiskey in my coffee, it hit me: That’s a pretty selfish way of thinking about this whole deal. This is how Emma shines. It’s not right for me to turn it into a Poor Me, I’m a Crappy Mother show. Truthfully, I think it would hurt her feelings if I tried to out-do her morning breakfasts.
Everybody has their strengths and weaknesses and everybody shines differently. We should congratulate people when their talents are on display. Mindset plays a big part in our ability to be happy and if your mind sees the fault within yourself before it sees the accomplishment of another, you’ll never get there. Be motivated by another’s greatness. Pity parties are not welcome. When you see someone doing something fantastic, tell them so. Think: Good game, man. If you want to figure out how to get that same slap on the back, do it on your own time.
As soon as I wake up in the morning, I’ll tell Emma good game. Should be right about 9:30.