You stood behind me today as the line grew longer, and you watched as her little chubby hands tried to slip the juicy fruit gum into her pocket.
You watched her flinch, as I gently told her no. Then you gaped as she kicked me in the shin over and over and threw herself onto the floor.
You shifted as the clerk waited patiently, and you slightly tensed as the line behind you grew longer, but I just stood.
You attempted to encourage me in your own way, "My, you have your hands full."
I ignored you. But I wanted to say, This is easy. It's only one-sixth of my workload.
You saw the tantrum and the crying and wondered at my mothering techniques.
I saw my little Diva regulate her emotions. I saw her stand and look me in the eye as I asked, "Baby, did you try to steal the gum?"
You saw my little rascal steal and flail.
I saw her trust me enough to look in my eyes and say, "Yes, Momma Catie. I stole it."
I understand your feelings and your thoughts. But you see, you saw the problem and the failure. There was once when I would have too.
But today, I saw my little girl for this season trust me with the truth, even if it was scary.
And that progress is worth celebrating.