It's official. K has finally embraced her heritage.
This week, when faced with a frustrating situation or an outcome that was not as she had planned, my little curly girl has let out a champion sigh of resignation. She isn't talking back...just sighing with such force that her little shoulders drop 8-10 inches as she turns and walks away.
She comes from a long line of sigh-ers. My Grandmama and my Mama are champs at their sigh and eye roll combination. I confess I can sigh with the best of them, how else would she have learned this skill at such an early age?
The first time she did it, a couple of days ago, it caught me so off guard that I almost laughed. Instead, I gathered my sternish Mommy senses and said, "K, that is not very nice." Her reply? "I was jus' takin' a deep bweath 'cause I am fwustwated."
It continues to amaze me how raising children is often like holding a mirror up to our faces. I have now added "work on sighing" to my list of prayers for improvement.
On a lighter note, when my sweet girl reads this 20 years from now she can take heart. K, you started becoming "just like your mother" at a very early age.