Love ’em like you mean it.


Number 4 is a caring, sensitive, sweet, confident, hilarious little girl. She is 4 years old and attends preschool. I love her so much and she rarely causes trouble or asks for things. So when she does ask for things I want to comply.

So the day she asked me to “introduce” her into her preschool class I was conflicted. I asked her what she meant and she replied, “you know, Mommy, say “introooduuuucing, number 4″ and I will walk into the room.” And she said this the way Ed McMann said, “Heeeere’s Johnny” on the Johnny Carson show.

So I very quietly, under my breath, introduced her. I expected her to walk right in and hang her coat up and go about her day. Then, I planned to slip out the door and run to my car before another parent could see who I was.

But she didn’t come in. She looked at me around the corner and said, “say it louder mommy, and make sure my teacher is listening this time.”

Are you serious?


So I looked at her and said, “Number 4 your teacher is talking to another parent, can’t you just come in?”

“No, wait until she is paying attention and then say it louder,” she replied.



I realized she wasn’t coming into that classroom until I complied with her wishes. She was serious about this. So I waited until the teacher had a lull in her conversation and was paying a little attention to me and then I said it.

“Mrs. D, please forgive me for what I am about to do, but…introoooduuuucing, nuuuummmmmberrrrr 4!” And right in front of the other parent number 4 comes sashaying into the classroom with her hands on her hips and strikes a pose.


I kid you not.

All I could do was quietly say I was sorry one more time to the teacher and fellow preschool mother, give my hug and kiss goodbye and duck out of there.

I have no idea what that other mother thought, and I guess it doesn’t matter.

I gave my little girl, and several others, a treat that day. A treat we will not soon forget. And I did it because my baby girl needed that that day. She needed to know she was special, and that others thought she was special too. She needed to know that she was important, treasured, beautiful, precious and LOVED.

We all need someone to love us that way some days.

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