Smashing Ants

Mommy, I wanted to wish you a belated Happy Mother’s Day from Ty and I. We love you very much and all of the things you do for us. One of the more special things you do for me is read me stories every night. Daddy sometimes reads to me but he often tries to skip pages or sometimes he simply doesn’t read the story the same way you do. One of my favorite stories is the one you read to me about the boy who is about to squash an ant but the ant is able to persuade the boy not to kill him. The ant explains to the boy that even though they appear very different on the outside, they are not really that different at all. Both have families and friends, mommies and daddies, and other people that they care about very deeply. The boy is moved by the ant’s begging and decides not to kill him, thus providing my youthful mind with a lesson about treating others as I would like to be treated.

You are wonderful Mommy and these lessons will serve me well someday. But yesterday….when I was crouched over at the edge of the driveway you asked me what I was doing with that rock and I calmly replied “killing ants”. You see, those ants didn’t speak to me…so I decided to treat them differently from the talking ants. Don’t worry, I certainly won’t kill any of those.