Wisdom of a child

Last night we all had arrived at bathtime.

Rebeccah was extremely tired and she was having a hard time making it to the finish line.  Everything was a chore, and she wanted to do everything her way.

“Daddy!  I do it myself!”

So I let her.

She got her shoes off.  She yanked off her socks.  She got her shirt off.  Even with a little struggle as it snagged on her hair ties.

Then she started working on her pants.  They are a little big so we always tie the belt before we go out.  This was quickly becoming the new source of frustration.

She grunted.  She moaned.  She tugged.  She pulled.

Nothing doing.

I sat there and waited.

Finally she flopped down and yelled, “Daddy I need help do it myself!”

It’s moments like these when I am so proud of my little girl.

It’s moments like these when I feel like the child and she is teaching me.