Yesterday, Emma asked me for some tape. Tape can be a good thing, if she's feeling creative, or a scary thing, because all our children think that everything in the world can be fixed with tape.
Luckily for me, she said, "Well, I wrote this paper and I wanted to hang it up."
And that is a picture of her bed. No, that's not a strange, too-tall drawing of her bed either, that's actually pretty accurate. She really does have the coolest bed in the world, it is a loft bed with a ladder and a slide. I apologize for not making the bed and tidying up a bit before I took the picture, but I'm lazy.
Anywhoo. I was so proud of her writing that by herself. She has been writing a lot in school, and does not do it so much at home. Almost like she wants to perfect it first, or that she doesn't have the confidence that she can do it. I don't know, I just know she's amazing.
Then, last night while checking on her before I went to bed, I saw this in her room:
I showed it to Marty, and I almost cried. Not Dear Mom, or even To Mom, but My Mom. So sweet. Then I put it back right where I had found it, since she hasn't given it to me yet. She still doesn't know I saw it.
Then, while sneaking into her room to take a picture of the above note, I found this one:
Wow. I wonder if she did that in time out for lying, or is there's something else on her mind that she feels guilty about. I'll have to wait and see how that turns out.
But I am thrilled that my sweet five year old is doing so well and actually writing notes to us, beyond the typical "I love mommy" notes that have been coming for a while. Don't get me wrong, we cherish those, but is it wonderful to have our daughter communicate to us more.
These are the things that memory boxes are made for.