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Her Superpower is Kindness

We recently bought some new bookshelves to put in the front room of your home that I now lovingly call "The Library." I have always wanted a library and I finally have one. My mom's piano is in there too and I love it! I want to put a comfy chair in there for reading to make it complete. 

While I was going through books that we had boxed up when we destroyed our old entertainment center that had stood in as a bookshelf for many years and going through the bookshelf of children's books that were in Sarah's room, I came upon a book of memories from her 5th grade year. Her teacher had written in there about how kind Sarah is and how she could always count on her to lift others' spirits. I loved that! 

She does have a very kind heart. She gets along well with difficult personalities while establishing her own boundaries. I have watched her with a couple of her friends who are strong-willed, even bossy. She doesn't get offended by them, but she doesn't allow them to push her around either. She also knows when she needs a break, some quiet time, or family time and decides to take a day away from friends to recharge herself. Sometimes she'll come to me and ask if it is time for friends to go home. I have learned that this is code for, "I'm ready for my friends to go home and I don't want to hurt their feelings by telling them to go." I'm more than happy to be the one to back her up and send her friends home. 

She is easy-going and hard to tease because she doesn't get ruffled. She knows when someone is trying to get her goat and rarely can you get a rise out of her. A favorite response is, "Hardy-har-har-har." She is nonjudgmental, and strong in her own beliefs and values. She had a good fifth grade year and avoided the girl drama that is often associated with kids that age. She is happy and friendly to all. Her school teachers and her Primary teachers love her. She has a calming influence on some of the livelier kids that are difficult for some of the adults to relate to. She is able to shrug off things that don't go her way, or to even find a silver lining in them.

She is happy with what she has and doesn't ask for a lot. For Christmas last year all she wanted was a new case for her iPad and bath bombs. She got those things and a trip to Disneyland with the Morrills and David and Jessica in February. She would have been fine with just the two items, even if her siblings had received bigger and more things. She is content and at peace with her life. It is refreshing.

Our dog, Sadie died last September and we got a new dog after Thanksgiving. He is a golden-doodle that we named, Buddy. He is a big, happy dog. He loves Sarah and thinks she is his toy. She loves him and they play and have fun together. 

I am enjoying that she still loves to hang out with her momma! The teenagers around here have more important things to do with more important people. She wants to be with me. I am noticing a bit of sass coming out from time to time, but overall, her mom is still okay in her eyes. She'll come to work with me sometimes, or to the store, or want to play a game, or snuggle. I'm eating it up because as much as I would like it to stay that way, I'm sure it won't. So for now I will savor every moment. 

As I have watched the other kids develop an interest/hobby/niche/skill this past year, I have watched her enjoy life and lift others up. She is sensitive when someone is sad. If she notices me getting a little testy, she will ask me if I am okay. It helps me evaluate why I am acting that way and do better at not taking out other frustrations on the people in my household who are not the real cause of it. 

In a fast-paced, competitive world who is seeking for heroes,  I am grateful for Sarah's ability to appreciate nature and all the beauty around her and her power to be kind and lift others up. She makes everyone around her better and kindness is a superpower we can all use more of. 


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