My in-laws drove down to Pennsylvania to watch Isabelle while my husband and I spent the weekend in Annapolis. Until this weekend, we had only been away from her a total of four nights (i.e., at the same time) since she was born. Therefore, going away for two nights felt huge to us. However, we deserved some time away. Besides, we knew Isabelle would enjoy having special grandparent time as much as her grandparents would love having her to themselves for the entire weekend.
We got home at two o’clock this afternoon. On the kitchen island were a few crafts Isabelle made at the Carlisle Street Fair they took her to yesterday. However, what caught my attention, more than the clothespin doll she made, was the letter she “wrote” to us. Apparently Isabelle saw a pen and wanted to scribble with it. My mother-in-law gave her the pen and a blank piece of paper and let her write. Then she added the words Dear Mommy and Daddy, and Love, Izzy to the page.
No big deal, right? It was just some scribbles, right?
Wrong. It was a big deal. Here’s why.
Isabelle woke up from her nap at 4 p.m. My husband and I spent a few minutes with her upstairs and then we came downstairs. We found ourselves in the kitchen. I grabbed the sheet of yellow paper and said, “I saw you wrote us a letter.”
Isabelle’s face lit up. She grinned with her entire face and shook her head, “Yes!”
“Thank you. I loved your letter. It was so special.”
Even though she hadn’t written any words, Isabelle thought she wrote a letter. And she did. Her letter was received. I responded to it. That means her audience received her message. And, my oh my… she was proud of herself.