My daughter, Kate, has never hesitated to voice her displeasure.
As a child, foods mixed together, vegetarian quiche and Chinese food (except egg rolls) were prime targets.
Bedtime, too, or deadlines of any kind, really. Kate didn’t like “time to get up” or “time for school” or “time to come in.”
She didn’t like being left out or left behind. As the youngest, it seems that was often an issue.
Unfairness, unkindness and injustice – whether the victim was herself or some other poor soul – were things she noticed and hated from a very early age. She has always had a big, compassionate heart.
Today, I hope she experiences only things that bring her happiness.
I’m wishing only smiles and joy for her birthday.
Happy, happy birthday, Katey!