I swear, everytime I look at her she seems to have grown 2 more inches. She's helpful and sweet and smart. SO smart. And KIND. When she was 4 we had a talk about what it meant to be beautiful because it was about that time that everyone, people she knew and people she didn't, were telling her how beautiful she was. We were driving home from somewhere, we pulled into the garage, I turned around to talk to her and she looked like she was about to cry. I asked what was wrong and she blurted out, "Mama, I don't think I'm beautiful." Well that just about broke my heart. We went into this huge conversation about what it meant to be beautiful. We talked about exterior beauty and being pretty, which she totally obviously already was, but that being beautiful had more to do with what was inside your heart and how you treated people. Since then, she has blossomed into the sweetest kid. Her last day of Kindergarten, her teacher awarded her with the "Kindness" award and she spent her entire recess yesterday trying to help a friend rekindle a friendship with another friend when she had no reason to and would gain nothing from it.
I'm so proud of Tatum. I think she knew that beautiful girl was inside her. She just had to figure out how to bring her out.
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Once, when Tony was about Tatum's age, he had just had his teeth cleaned and the dentist had told him to not eat anything for at least half an hour to let the stuff he had just put on on his teeth work. Without checking the time, I said, Want to stop for ice cream?" Tony was emphatic, "No, Momma..I have ten more minutes before I can eat anything." We didn't get ice cream.
There's been no doubt in my mind where she got the truth telling gene.
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