All of Harold’s games were away from home this week. One night the JV coach asked to have his two best players for the game the next night. Harold had really been looking forward to that game because it had been a really close match the time before. He didn’t want to give up his girls, but he agreed to do it. When he called after the game he was frustrated and a little resentful about what had happened. They’d lost the game. When I got off the phone and told the kids what had happened they were all indignant. How could they do that to their dad? It just wasn’t fair. The next day when I was making the bed I found a note Camilla had written Harold telling him how sad she felt for him and how much she loved him. It was such a sweet note. I think it made up for the loss.
The next day at Camilla’s parent/teacher conference her teacher told us how Camilla and Sarah wrote her such sweet notes when her mother passed away just a few weeks earlier. She got a little emotional and said how she had them on her fridge at home. That was the best. More than book smarts or brilliance I want my children to be compassionate and caring people. I’m so proud of them.
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