I don’t want to see you, love sis

Hello everybody!  I hope you guys are well.  Yesterday, it happened!  I’ve heard stories about this, but didn’t think that it was going to happen for a while, but yesterday it did.  It went down in the Mercado household.  My daughter wrote her first “I’m mad at you” note to her little sister!  It’s not funny, (but it actually is a tiny bit) because my daughter was serious.  They were playing in our hallway, but then little sis didn’t want to listen to big sis so she went into her room furious.  A couple of minutes later you heard big sis asking us, “How do you spell blah, blah, blah?”  My husband and I were in the kitchen and we looked at each other and said, “Uh oh.”  He went off to assist her.  A few minutes later, my serious daughter came into the kitchen and handed me this:


These words convey so much emotion (that’s why technically it’s not funny, but I did giggle to myself in private because it’s amazing how she thought about doing this on her own, writing out her feelings) and her drawings as she explained to me were of herself and her little sister, sad and crying.  She was sad and crying because little sis didn’t want to listen to her and little sis was sad and crying because she didn’t want to listen to big sis.  I’m simply astounded with my daughter and how she felt it necessary to let her sister know exactly what she was feeling, even though little sis can’t read at the moment.  She just wanted to get her point across because as she tells me, “she has to listen to me because I’m the big sister.”  RESPECT!  Of course I HAD to take a picture of her note so she can see it in the future and hopefully laugh about it and little sis can finally read it in case it gets misplaced.  Everyday is something new, whether a funny or serious sentence is said or written.  I love this part of parenthood.  The little, but meaningful surprises that children gift us.

Take good care all.

Until next time…


One smart girl

Hello everybody!  I hope you guys are well.

Every time I pick up my daughter from school, I always ask her, “How was your day at school?”  I either get a “fine” (short and sweet) or a detail account of what they did and where they went in school (library, auditorium, or gymnasium).   During bath time, Friday night, she remembered something that happened in school and shared it with me.

Olivia: “There were kids crying in my class.”

Me: “How many?”

Olivia: “3.”

Me: “Why were there 3 kids crying in your class?”

Olivia: “One boy wanted the teacher to give him a tennis ball after gym, another boy wanted a magazine, but the teacher had only two and he gave them to other kids, and one girl wanted to play on the computer, but they said no.”

Me:  “So why didn’t you cry?”

Olivia: “I already have a tennis ball at home that the teacher gave me when I was good.  You give me magazines all the time and you always let me play on your computer.”

Me: “That’s a good way of looking at things.  You are one smart girl.  I’m very proud of you and thank you for being good in school.”

Always praise your children on their good behavior in school.  Not only will it make them feel good, but their hard-working teachers will greatly appreciate your support.