Most mornings I wake up all the sleepy heads in the house and sing “Rise and Shine”….
…..and tell them they are rock stars.
Just in case they forgot from the day before.
Just in case they were wondering.
Most of the time they simply roll their eyes and sigh and ignore me….
….but I know they hear it.
I think I started the whole rock star thing when fourth grade began getting a little tough….which turned into an even tougher fifth grade and now we are knee-deep in sixth grade….
….the very toughest of all.
Navigating sixth grade is kind of like Survivor where they put you on the island with a piece of flint and a few sticks and leave you to figure the rest out.
And brand-new territory.
And some days even though your mom tells you that you are a rock star….
….you just don’t believe it.
One of the twins had a day like that last week.
She came home from school and quietly put her book bag down and looked at me with a sad shrug of her shoulders.
She is my dreamer….my quiet little soul with the tiny voice and the big heart. She’s the one who fixes her sister’s hair and makes sandwiches for her brothers and rakes leaves with her dad and watches the Hallmark Channel with her mother and makes her bed every morning…..
….and would never, ever, ever step on a bug.
After a few minutes of silence and sighs…..she poured out her tale of woe.
I listened attentively.
And expressed righteous indignation at all the right times.
And when she was finished, she just sat there quietly….thinking it all through. And as she got up to leave I hugged her and whispered…..
“None of that matters. Because you know you are amazing…..right? And special. And wonderful. And always, always, always remember…..
….that you are a rock star.”
She didn’t roll her eyes or sigh or ignore me….instead she grinned from ear to ear.
A smile I will never forget.
A smile that said I understand.
A smile that said….no worries….I got this.
A smile of a rock star. 🙂
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