It's been fun teaching Ella things like how to write the letter E and set up a tea party.
But sometimes I find she is teaching me.
For example, she still takes a morning bottle as I have my coffee, but today I discovered her bottle needed to be washed and wasn't ready for her to use. With a quivering lip she said, "But it's still my baba."
Similarly, she wanted a pear for breakfast but I said it wasn't ripe yet. To which she told me, "But its still a pear."
Somehow in her 2.5 years of life, she has learned to assign intrinsic value to something, even when it's current state is less than perfect.
Even if the pear is unripe, it's still a pear.
Even if the bottle is dirty, it's still a bottle.
Even if the house is unswept, it's still our home.
Even if clothes pile in the hamper, they are still our clothes.
Even if a birthday celebration isn't perfect, it's still worth celebrating.
I'm still pondering this concept, but I'll leave us with this activity. Fill in the blanks.
" " may not be " " but it is still my " ".
