For those of you who follow me on Facebook, you will have seen this tidbit before. Even though a year and a half has passed since I wrote it, it still rings true (as you can see from my similar sentiments in Sibling Rivalry):

Sophia inspires me daily. She wakes up happy every day and plays with her stuffed dog, Haddy until I come and get her. When I ask her if she had a good sleep, she gives me a huge grin and shouts “ya!” Everything is fun in Sophia’s world- from diaper changes, where she holds Haddy and sings “Haddy’s dancin’ on my bum,” to meal time where her ultimate goal is a freezie at the end of the meal, to “Zoomies” (chest physio) where she gets to watch her favourite shows. When she gets a cold and I think of it as a chore sometimes to do extra chest physio, Sophia takes it as more time to cuddle with mommy. When do we stop enjoying every moment of the day? Why is it that cynicism replaces optimism in so many of our thoughts? Instead of just being a teacher to my child, I am going to start learning from her. Why can’t being a role model work both ways? I might have her trumped in reading and math skills, but she knows how to live life to the fullest.