bragadocious

I will now take a moment to brag on my girls a little bit. They’re such good girls.

We have, it would appear, succeeded in instilling in them thankful hearts. Every evening, when we sit down for dinner, both G. and A. thank Mommy several times for making the food (this in addition to our prayer that I lead, where I thank God for providing the food and Megan for preparing it for us). And they’ll occasionally thank me for buying the food. It’s a great feeling to notice the good things your kids do, and where you’re doing something right as a parent.

But, yesterday, after our dessert, Mike helped clear the table and took A.’s empty bowl. Ashley said to him, “Thank you for taking that bowl”, or something along those lines. It made me bubble over with pride and thankfulness. This was a man she didn’t really know, and it was a situation she has never been instructed on. We taught them to thank Mom for making their food, but all on her own Ashley put it together, and thanked Mike for taking her bowl.