Saturday, March 2, 2013
When I woke up at 6 this morning and shuffled out of my bedroom to put the coffee on, this is what greeted me:
It's a common picture of this particular daughter. She has long been fascinated by technology. First it was her LeapPad, then the Nintendo DS. Eventually she moved on to the iPad or the laptop. I know she is like many others of her generation, fascinated by the continuous entertainment to be found online. Her favorite websites right now are Webkins, Moshi Monsters, and YouTube, where she watches My Little Pony videos as well as tutorials on making various kinds of cake pops and on applying crazy makeup.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm doing a bad job of parenting this child who instead of picking up a book to read in the quiet of the morning (which is what I would do) would rather spend an hour with Hello Kitty and The Duck Song. It's not as if her dad and I don't model reading; we are constantly reading a wide variety of things: the newspaper, magazines, books - both fiction and nonfiction, and yes... blogs, emails, and websites. How am I to reconcile this child who does not feel the passion for books that I feel?
Then I remember.... she's not me. She's her own person with her own passions and interests. I'd get a checkmark in the parent fail column if in fact I tried to mold her into a mini-me or a replica of her big sister. I remember to laugh with her over the crazy Lego movies she discovers or help her try to recreate a craft idea she comes across. I remember to talk with her about her paintings and her collages and buy her endless art supplies. I remember to sit with her on the couch and read aloud the books that SHE is interested in when she is in the mood.
I remember to cherish all the things that make her unique and embrace the amazing girl she is.