popsicles

Our ice-cream-man seems to have disappeared this summer.  My girl still remembers the sweet treats he brings in his truck and often talks about the next time he will arrive.  The other day, my girl grabbed her "ice-cream money jar" and we walked up to the corner store.  We found the exact popsicle we normally get from the ice-cream truck for a fraction of the price.  This turned into a great learning experience for my girl when she only had to pay 75 cents at the register rather than the $2.00 she normally pays when the ice-cream truck pulls up.  We happily headed home and shared a little sweet treat on a hot summer morning.  She is already planning a return trip with her savings.

all in good time

I fretted that you wouldn't ever take the plunge.  I worried that I pushed too much.  I worried that I had crushed your little swimming spirit.

You trusted a new teacher.  You set aside your fears.  You enjoyed being somewhere familiar.  You didn't want to get out of the pool.  You begged to go back.

You took the plunge toward endless swimming fun and we are so proud.

Momma note: A wise family member always tells me, "she will do all things when SHE is ready."  "Don't push her."  Boy, is this true.