She was sitting at the island in the kitchen, the speckled teal formica* even with her collar bone, a sandwich and juice in front of her, a sister on each side. She had called for my attention and so I put the bread knife down and said, “What is it sweetie?” and she looked at me quietly. I smiled, she paused a beat, then smiled. I smiled bigger and her eyes twinkled back at me, this game of prolonging the moment spent with my undivided attention is something she is masterful at and it gets me every time. Any frustration or anxiety is boxed out by my delight in her delight. “What did you do?” I ask with a sing-song lilt to my voice…
Tagged: Confidence