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He made me mad

Well, last night Brother got me mad. He took my place during story time with Dad and Mom. It was my turn to sit in the middle, but he said it was his turn, when he had already sat there the night before. Then he said that whoever was ready for bed first would get to choose their place. And I was! Well, I kind of cheated because I was getting dressed into my pajamas on that very spot. And so he acted up real big and strong because of it. Dad and Mom sent us out of the room to work things out. Brother yelled at me and I sat on the floor in a heap of tears. There was nothing to work out if he was the one who had to always be right, was there? Or if he was the only one that could get a word into the conversation.

But I decided to stay silent this once, as I knew that yelling back at him was not going to help the situation. He has the louder voice anyway. I waited till he calmed down and then… then it happened. Something made him stop. Something made him be quiet. Something even made him smile. Aha! Must have been the song that was playing in the background. Or maybe just the fact that I didn’t try to fight back? It made me think of that verse that says “A gentle answer turns away anger.” I was sad and offended and hurt, but I didn’t let it get me angry and yelling mad. Just waiting in my sad heap maybe did help? He finally called me to his room to write up a plan. A plan! I’ve never heard Brother say anything about a plan before. But what a genius idea. What! Did I really say that? Ok, well this once, he did come up with a smart solution. I sure preferred that over continuing to argue about what it is he wanted and me fighting back with what I wanted.

And so our plan… well it must have been a genius plan after all because it still works to do this day. I just wished that I would have thought of it first. Nothing too brainy, you know. Just some names and dates and check marks, that’s all.

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It Finally Happened!

Yes! Finally! It happened! My birthday! This once a year special occasion. Only this time I had to wait 2 months before we found just the right time to do it with my friends and family. Dad and Mom were very busy and the other times that I wanted to do it, like during vacations, my friends were not around or some other friends had planned their birthdays first. I did get to have 2 birthdays this month but not my own, ha. Well, so it was finally happening! I had hoped and planned for a wonderful, amazing and exciting time.

But then it happened…. and I didn’t feel any different afterwards. Mom and I spent 2 days planning and setting it up, going shopping, decorating, cooking, baking, etc. I know she really tried her bed to make it special for me. And she took lots of her time for it. And I helped her too, cause it was fun for me. But I just didn’t think that it would be all over with so so quickly.

All my friends came, made their pizzas and ate them just like that. I had planned to make a big fancy Italian pizza restaurant thing where they could create their own pizzas. I had done that like 4 years ago with my friends when I turned 7 and it was the funnest birthday ever. But this time it wasn’t the same. Maybe I expected too much? Maybe my friends were too old for that? Or cooking wasn’t special anymore for them because they could do it at home when they want to? I don’t know.

I was kind of disappointed. But well, if I didn’t try it, I wouldn’t have known. I don’t think I’ll plan that again. My friends just wanted to hang out in my room, jump on my very clean white sheets (Yikes!) or play with my birthday presents they just gave me, mixing up the slime and sparkles, which I had wanted to do by my very own self. But… they are my friends and well…. I guess they have that sort of thing about them that they can do in my room of their free accord… because we’re friends.

I didn’t feel too good about it but I was a bit shy to tell them not to jump on my bed. Mom had planned all these fun games and activities to go along the pizza birthday event, but they just wanted to hang out. I didn’t push for the games, even though I really looked forward to them, doing them WITH my friends. But I was worried that if we did them, they may not like them or maybe would not want to be friends with me anymore after. I don’t really know what I was thinking. And why is  it so hard to try to please everyone?

You know what, I’m glad that no matter what I do, even when I make mistakes or say or do the wrong things sometimes, God, my very best friend, still loves me to the full.