She’s crazy. She’ll tell you her dad made her that way. It’s true.
Ava is the definition of precocious. Smart, sassy and she knows it. Like most kids her age she is an expert at testing my boundaries on a daily basis. Whether its calling me ‘lady’ as in ‘what are you talking about lady?’ or blurting out my age to her young pretty violin teacher, she’s constantly teetering on the border of my limits.
Yesterday was rough. Work kicked my ass and I was forgetting important things all day. It started with setting my alarm for the wrong time and getting up half an hour late. This always sends our morning routine into a downward spiral of yelling and fighting until the bus comes.
Then I spaced on her violin lesson time. I thought it was at 6:30. We were almost there, 15 minutes early as far as I knew. And then I received the “where are you?” text from her teacher. Her lesson was at 6:00 and we were too late. Once again, I had screwed up for they millionth time that day.
“I’m sorry, Ava, but we aren’t going to make it to violin tonight,” I said while glancing at her tiny, disappointed face in the rear-view mirror. “I’ve been doing stupid things all day.”
“Its ok. Everyone makes mistakes momma.”
This is what I heard from the backseat as we drove past her music school and headed back home.
My heart melted. As much as she pisses me off with her diva behavior a good portion of the time, this little girl has a big heart.
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