It’s when I am sitting quietly upstairs in the nook, and I hear Mrs. B talking to the girls. The topics range from them getting harangued to clean up their mess, to advice on how to get extra marks on a project, to why they have to brush their teeth all the time. It’s always entertaining, no matter if it’s comedy night, tearjerker night, or inspirational night.
Tonight was on how to accept compliments. It was inspirational.
I had noticed before that when there was praise given for a certain talent, it was automatically deflected to which of her friends can do it better. I had noticed it, but never thought to correct it.
This would be a typical conversation:
Me: Hey, that’s a cool poster. You did a really good job on that.
Her: Oh, you should have seen how good Daisy (I’m naming them all Daisy) did on hers. She’s a way better artist than I am.
Me: Oh that’s good for her, but yours is really well done too.
Her: Not as good as her’s though.
Me: Okay, but I like this.