Back here I wrote all about how I hope my teenagers will blab on and on and tell me everything in life like that girl I saw that day at the orthodontist's office.
When I told Dave about my little experience he assured me that that mother was probably going crazy with all the blabbing.
But I still wanted it. I want to hear all the details. (And I loved all the tips on raising kids to share things left in the comments back in that post.) I so hope that my kids will always feel loved and accepted enough to tell me anything and everything going on in life.
Well, I think I got my girl:
This girl doesn't stop. She rattles on and on about the most random things. Yes, at times I can see Dave's point...sometimes I just need to have a quiet moment to think.
But most of the time that little rattling-off-stories-girl about melts me into a puddle. The way she situates her face just so to get out certain expressions and details. The way her bright blue eyes flicker with interest. The way her whole face squishes up into a smile when she says something silly. It's all I can do not to stop everything and cradle her soft cheeks in my hands and look deep into those beautiful eyes and whisper, "I adore you."
So that's just what I do.
...except for when I'm trying to put out ten fires at the same time.
...which is a lot of the time.
But I'll take what I can get :)
Now if she can just rub off on the rest of the kids...
