Okay, I realize that some friends and family who read this blog will once again think I'm a crazy mom who just can't stop raving about her child. But honestly, this is feedback from a wholly unbiased source, and I just have to relay this story.
It was Wednesday of this week when I had a complete stranger say one of the nicest things to me about Makela. She had convinced me to go to In-n-Out for lunch, since we were in the middle of running a bunch of errands. It was easier to eat out than go home and then go out again to finish them.
So there we were, eating our lunch, and having a great time while doing so. Makela was in a particularly sparkly mood, which of course always helps. But I was shocked when an older, white-haired gentleman, neatly dressed in khakis and a button-down, stopped next to me, gently put his hand on my shoulder, and said the following:
"Not only is she a lovely child, but she is the most well-behaved, animated, and beautiful little girl you'll ever see in this world. You are a very lucky woman."
I was stunned. And ready to burst with pride. Sure, it's great when people tell you your kid is cute or adorable (FOUR other people told me similar things during this same visit to In-n-Out). But this man's compliment touched on Makela's behavior and personality, which most people don't comment on -- either because they don't take notice or just focus on her superficial qualities. And I would rather have a sweet, funny and well-mannered child, rather than one with just looks. But boy, it sure doesn't hurt to have it all....
