I have always said that one thing I wanted to strive for in parenting is to keep the lines of communication flowing between me and the kids. I want us to be able to talk about anything and everything. I want to be the one who explains the big life lessons, the hard questions, and the life changing decisions that come their way.
I was slapped in the face with one of these instances and I flat out panicked. OH MY FREAKING GOODNESS!!!!
All I have to say is that I am thankful for my husband. He is a rock star in this area and I give him all credit for handling it so perfectly! I have no idea how he just knows how to talk to his girls, I definitely took notes this time around!
Which brings us to the topic at hand, Abby's letter.
"Don't wear the cowboy belt any more or I will stop being your girlfriend, I will like you if you loose the cowboy stuff."
"Please answer the questions I give you." (haha, a girl after my own heart).
The scratched out parts are the best, "I get sad when I here this crap it's not a bad word."
"Meet me at the Swirly slide!"
"It's all about love!" (She totally stole that one from her sister).
I was so thankful when she decided to share this with us. She didn't have to and confirmed we must be doing something right... whew!! For a few moments I was patting myself on the back for a job well done! Then I read the letter. The rest of the pats go to Erik.
After we read the letter alone we called Abby up to talk about it. I kept quiet most of the time. One, because I felt like I would burst out in laughter if I opened my mouth. And two, because I honestly didn't know what to say. Is this stage of life already happening? What the frick!? She's only eight for goodness sake. Was I into boys at her age? No.
She was so cute talking to us about the whole thing. A few times I had to look at the wall and hide my face behind a couch pillow so she wouldn't see me laughing. "Meet me at the swirly slide, "OH MY GOODNESS, BAHAHAHA!!!
I hope next time I'll be the one playing it cool, but I do have to give this one to Erik!