I am a Rock

A winters day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
-Simon and Garfunkel

We've been trying to get the older kids to give Lily encouragement for her potty efforts. This morning, as I was doling out the two M&M's each for her successful um, movement, if you will, Aidan did his best to give her positive feedback.

"You rock, Lily!" Aidan exclaimed.

"I not a rock! I Lily!" she replied.

"No, I didn't say you WERE a rock, I said you rock," Aidan corrected.

"No! I not a rock!" Lily yelled. "I LILY!"

"I know you aren't a rock, Lily. It means you did a good job! You ROCK!" he said, now irrittated.

"I NOT A ROCK!" Lily yelled back. "I A LILY!" she screamed.

Later, as we were getting ready to head out the door, I was sorting through a pile of clutter when Lily climbed up on the stool next to me and said, "Mommy, you a rock."

"Gee, thanks Lily!"

Hey, I'll take what I can get!

"She is a rock,
She is a Lily.
And a rock feels no pain;
And a Lily never cries."

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