I was heading out last night to meet a friend for dinner. Megan wasn't thrilled about the idea. She told me her plans to join us. "I come too. I have dinner," she said as if bringing a climbing, figgety toddler to a place that has actual menus would be my idea of a nice 'girl's night out.'
Dropping to my knees so we could be eye-level I let Meg in on a little secret. "I have a very special job for you. Can you help me?" I asked her.
She nodded with wide-eyes, displaying exactly how serious she was going to take the assignment. She leaned in close and whispered back, "What my mish-in (mission) Mommy?"
The assignment - she'd be the only female in the house. She was going to have to take care of Brother and Daddy. "They need someone to take care of them and help them, Meggie. Can you do it for me?"
She sighed contently and again nodded. "Ok. I do it," she said and she ran off. She got busy playing and generally ignoring us all. That is, until I grabbed my purse and said my goodbyes. Meg saw me first. She heard my farewell biddings. She ran, a little paniced almost, and began to yell, "DADDY!"
She found him and quickly raised her arms up in the quick, resolute way that speaks volumes - pick me up. Once in his arms, she began to pat his shoulder. "Don't worry Daddy," she said softly. "I take care you."