Last Thursday, Em announced that another cellist, a boy she knows a little from the neighborhood (he lives a few blocks away) had joined Harmony Project. She volunteered to help him catch up with what they were doing.
As she left, he came running up and asked if at some point he could come over to the house and practice with her. He seems like a nice kid, and I told him he was welcome.
On Saturday, as I was walking in to go pick up Em from Harmony Project, the Director came out and said, “I need to tell you about what Emily did today. Without anyone asking her or suggesting it to her, she saw a little girl crying at the table and went over and asked the girl if she would like to be friends. I don’t know how you do it, but keep doing it, because she is great!”
And right around now, I would really like to claim credit for it. But honestly? I think I do what any other parents does. I remind her occasionally to be kind, to be nice. Em takes what little reminding I do, and takes it to the next level. She reaches out, is gregarious and positive, kind and non-judgmental, and in return we both reap the dividends.
How often have I been approached by a child or an adult, “Are you Emily’s mom?” And a story will follow, or a smile, or a request for a playdate.
I never forget how lucky I am and how much it means to me that she is the way she is. And while we normally think of how we change and alter the course of our children’s lives, I am often struck by how much she (and her older sister) have changed and altered mine.
I am kinder for it. More open. More thoughtful. More zany and enthusiastic.
There are a lot of things we can learn from our children on how to be better human beings.