This is How We Learn

That's my mantra for the summer: "This is how we learn:"

Issa helped me clean yesterday. A few things were running through my head at this point:

1. Isn't it sweet that she wants to help me clean?
2. When did she get so big?
3. Good golly how did she completely miss the entire corner on the top of the piano?
4. I really need to get more Pledge at Costco...and possibly stock in pledge...and more dust cloths. (Yes...that is Pledge on the cloth; it was almost enough to do the entire room; it dusted the piano bench. Downstairs took her four dust cloths.)

I resisted the urge to point out every little spot she missed (although I did point our whole pieces of furniture she missed), and I didn't dust behind her. She is helping, and this is how we learn. She also vacuumed about half of the house. She got every feather (it is so frightening that I can type that phrase like it's the most normal thing in the planet), but we might have a few dusty spots. She was so proud, and this is how we learn.

So...my house is cleaned but not spotless. My daughter is happy...and proud...and learning...and that is worth far more than a little dust. (And consider yourself warned if you come to our home this summer.)