Melt My Heart

My Maryanne sure knows how to melt my heart. While she has a lot of energy and is quite an intense little girl, she is also extremely sensitive and can express her feelings quite well. When she was just two-years-old, she would get mad about something, sit down and say, "I'm so angry!" I'm sure she didn't really know what that meant, but she understood to communicate how she was feeling. 


Then, there was last week when she decided to cut her hair.  She was only able to reach the sides, so she had a long tail in the back.  While I was "fixing" it, she told me that she needed to cut her hair short so that it will grow down to her bottom.  I miss her long curly hair, but her short bob is equally as cute and really demonstrates her fiery nature.  I just wish she hadn't been so proactive about her hair cut.  


A few weeks ago, all my older children were outside swimming in our little above ground pool while I was making Alfredo pasta for dinner. Maryanne was bored and wanted to help. I put my bucket of flour in front of the oven and set her on it. Then she proceeded to help me pour the Parmesan cheese into the saucepan. When she grabbed the whisk to begin stirring, I put my hand around hers and explained that she needed to stir slowly because if she stirred quickly, the sauce would go everywhere. I stepped to the side to get the basil out of the cupboard and Maryanne glanced up at me and said something soft and sweet. I asked her to repeat it, and she said, "Thank you, Mama, for teaching me." Ah, just that one little sentence makes all the mischief and mayhem worth it.