Another WOW!

Yesterday, Cupcake was supposed to spend the night with the neighbor girl. They had been planning this birthday celebration for over two weeks. The night before, she picked out her outfit. She woke up that morning and started packing. At 8:30 AM, she was asking how much longer until the "party". At 10:30, I let her go knock on the door to see if the girl could play, but I wouldn't let her bring her overnight bag yet. We didn't want to seem too eager. ;-)

At 11:00, I talked to the mom. Everything was a "go" for the night. In fact, she offered to watch Cupcake in the afternoon so I could work at our church garage sale.

So, at 11:30, Cupcake comes home with a look on her face. She says, "I can't stay this afternoon and the sleepover is canceled. D's dad called and he's picking her up now." (D's mom and dad are divorced and this is spring break. We'll just say it was a breakdown in communication.) I wanted to cry for her. I told her how sorry I was and how I knew it hurt. She dejectedly said, "It's okay." Then, a few minutes later, "I feel.....really sad."

That's it! Did you hear that?

"I feel...really sad.", No screaming, no rages, no nothing! Just sad!

I was SO PROUD of my little girl!

One year ago, this kind of disappointment would have lead to nuclear meltdown lasting at least a week.

Two years ago, the possibility of a sleepover with a friend was out of the question. Under no circumstances could I ever, ever, ever imagine a sleepover being possible.

Yesterday, I was reminded of those first few weeks when Cupcake was new to us, nearly 3 years ago. Truthfully, in those early days home, I did not have any hope of her ever being able to enter her grandmother's house, with all it's crystal and fine china. (We did reach that goal within about 4 months.)

The story of yesterday was actually WAY more crazy than I can even explain, but, in the end, Cupcake handled tremendous disappointment with aplomb. God has really done a wonderful thing in our lives!

We have come a long way, indeed! I'm so proud of my baby!

Blessings to you,
Mamita