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The Silkworm
 

Samantha had come home from a visit with her grandparents that lived in the country.  She loved playing outside and digging in the dirt with her grandma.  When she arrived home, she toted a mason jar with a metal lid with holes poked in it.  Inside the jar was a twig and a fuzzy silkworm.  Her grandmother saw the look on my face (I'm not a fan of worms in any shape or form) and quickly said she tried to talk her out of bringing it home, but Samantha insisted it was her new pet.  I still didn't have a chance to really say anything, yet.  I was just thinking there was no way we were keeping a pet worm.  I looked at Samantha and was getting ready to speak up and she said, "Mom!  It's my pet!"  I told her worms were not pets, they are bugs and belong outdoors.  Then her eyes began to fill with tears and it was very evident that this was a pretty big deal to her.  I thought, "How long will a silkworm last in a jar anyway?"  So, I told her the silkworm stays in the jar...period.  She got the biggest smile and hugged me tight and thanked me.  Her grandma smiled, too,  as if she knew I wouldn't win that battle anymore than she was able to.

 

That night she insisted that we place her pet in the jar on her nightstand so she could keep an eye on it.  I agreed but reminded her it was to stay in the jar. The next morning as I was working in my home office, Samantha came in and asked me if she could play with her pet.  I told her absolutely not unless she took it in the backyard.  She then left the room.  About an hour later, I heard her come running down the hallway wailing and crying the biggest crocodile tears you can imagine.  I started giving her the visual lookover thinking she surely must be hurt.  Then she cried out, "I killed my pet, momma!  I was just playing with it and poked it with a stick and accidentally smashed it.  Now....he's....dead..."  And she began wailing, again.  I laugh now thinking about it, but I couldn't  laugh then because she was just so upset.  I picked her up and held her.  I didn't even ask her why she took it out of the jar when she knew she wasn't supposed to.  I just held her and let her cry.  She kept saying how sorry she was, it was all her fault and it was her most favorite pet ever.   Once she calmed down, I told her how sorry I was and that maybe we should go to Pet Smart and find her something that really was supposed to be someone's pet.  As you can imagine, the tears fled nearly immediately.  We drove to Pet Smart and got her a cute little finch. I suppose that wasn't the "best" lesson to teach her.  But, it just seemed like the right thing to do and it made a very sad little girl smile.

Lisa Miller
 
When people see this photo, they assume it was Halloween night.  However, it was in late November.  Samantha had an entire closet filled with dress up clothes and insisted on sleeping in her costumes at night, somtimes a few of them at the same time.  This particular night she went to bed in a princess costumes.  But, when I went into her room to check on her before I went to bed, she had put her witch costume on before falling asleep.
Lisa Miller
 
Halloween 2008 - I tried talking Samantha into being something "cutesy" or pretty for Halloween.  But, she wasn't having it.  She was going to be a witch, and that's all there was to it.
Lisa Miller
 
Halloween 2007 Samantha was Tinkerbell, or should I say "Tinkie Bell".  That's what her sister called her.
Lisa Miller
 

We had just moved into the house in the country over the weekend.  Monday, when we got home from me picking Samantha up from daycare, I was putting my purse down on the computer desk in the kitchen.  We had a breakfast area with a small dinette table right off of the kitchen.  When I was putting things away on the desk, I got a glimpse of something moving under the table.  When I turned to look, Samantha was sitting under it peering at me with some little black-framed reading glasses.  (Samantha didn't wear glasses).  She was just sitting there looking at me like I wouldn't notice anything.  Trying not to laugh, I asked her where she go the glasses.  And, she said that she got them from some little girl at daycare that didn't need them anymore.  I asked her who said she didn't need them.  And, she said she just knew that she didn't.  Oh my gosh, I couldn't believe she came home with some little girl's glasses that wasn't going to have them to see until they were returned.  I told her that we just can't take things that don't belong to us.  And that now that poor little girl isn't going to be able to see well because Samantha has her glasses.  She welled up and started wailing and ran off to her room that was filled with boxes still.  I went back there and told her she needed to put them in her backpack so that we could make sure that the little girl got them back the next day.  She was still crying and wouldn't have anything to do with me consoling her.  (She was pretty dramatic that way)  The next day when I was getting her ready for school, I checked her backpack to make sure the glasses were in there and they weren't.  I asked Samantha where they were and she said she didn't know.  Holy mackeral that kid.  LOL We didn't have time to keep looking, or we would be late for school and work.  I explained to my friend at the daycare what had happened and that I would look again that evening.  I never did find those glasses.  Samantha's plight with pneumonia began a few days later, and I completely forgot about them.  When the fog began to clear after she moved to Heaven, I called my friend at the daycare and once again apologized.  I asked her to please find out how much they cost and I would pay the little girl's parents for them.  She said the owners of the daycare already replaced them.  She said it was the least they could do.  You know I really never had the conversation with her that we aren't supposed to take things that don't belong to us.  I worked from home her first 3 and a half years after she was born and she never had to deal with all of the social do's and don'ts before that happened.  I can't help it though.  It was pretty danged funny because of her personality and how she tried to just blend in with her new found glasses.  The picture below is not of the glasses she came home with.  But, she was helping me bake cookies and decided to rub a bunch of shortening in her hair like styling gel and put on her movie star glasses.

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