Since this blog has become a scrapbook, I wanted to document this while it was fresh on my mind and so that one day when she reads this, she will be proud of herself.
Last night was Baby Girl's parent/teacher conference.
The first one for 1st Grade.
The first one WITH grades.
I wasn't expecting a whole lot of bad news b'c Mrs. C is very good at continually letting me know by either e-mail, phone calls or papers sent home how Baby Girl is doing.
We sit down and she runs thru the basics:
Reading = Above average (should be 4-6 and she is at an 8)
Spelling = 98% A and above average on handwriting, reasoning, etc
Math = 96% A
Extra Curricular = Excellents (PE, Art, etc.)
She begins to tell stories of how Baby Girl does things like reasoning thru every assignment before starting it and then doing her best to make sure it is perfect.
But then, she heads off in a different direction.
She tells us that BG is awesome this and great that and that she doesn't have many 1st Graders come thru like this one. She is comfortable in being different than everyone else and comfortable in her own skin.
She looks me square in the eyes and says that we have raised a wonderful young lady who we should be very proud of and that she "aspires to be parents like us with her little boy someday."
WHAT?!?! Do you know me and how much I mess things up?
Y'all...that humbled me and made my heart swell all at the same time. She went on and on about why, but I was still stuck on someone looking up to me as a mother.
You know...someone who isn't 7 or 3.
It was a testament to the fact that Baby Girl IS an awesome kid! That her character has gone before her. That someone who doesn't know me sees the by product of what God has done in our family.
So Hubs has to run to his last class of school (yeah, Hubs!) and I follow Mrs. C to find out some information and on our way back, ANOTHER blow.
"So, where do you go to church?"
After another conversation that about brought me to my knees, I come to realize that Baby Girl has been being a living witness to her teacher! I know she comes home and tells me sometimes that she told someone about God today but she has actually been living her life and talking about God and her church and her preacher so that her teacher wants to come see us.
My heart is full.
Thank you, Lord, for this wonderful gift you have given me in Baby Girl. Help me to continue to do Right by her and grow her into the Godly woman You want her to be. Thank you.