A Good Mom
“She’s written a book all by herself at home,” the mom said proudly.
She smiled and nodded. “It’s going to be about my hamster, Fuzzy,” she said.
“She calls him Bubba,” the mom added, smiling too.
Line by line, the girl meticulously wrote her story, pausing only occasionally to think, or to ask her mom a question.
Twenty minutes passed, then thirty.
Other kids came up to the table, wrote or colored a quick book, and left.
But that girl stayed, perfecting her story.
Her mom stood behind her, patiently waiting.
Not once did she rush her daughter, like so many parents did with their kids that day. (And like I might’ve done had my kids wanted to stay at the table that long.)
Instead, she watched and waited. “She’ll spend hours drawing and writing,” she said.
When the girl heard that, she stopped and looked up. “I get straight A’s,” she told me proudly.
“I bet you do,” I said.
I smiled at her mom with a lump in my throat, wanting to remember the patience she showed her daughter. “You’re a good mom,” I told her.
Humbly, she smiled back.
Then she pointed to her daughter. “She’s a good girl.”
And I was pretty sure that had a lot to do with how patient her mom was and how she treated her. :)