This morning the little angel didn't want to go to school.
I searched my mind for something to give her.
"Sometimes," I said, "when I don't want to go somewhere, I pretend I have something with me."
"Like what?"
My hand became a spider crawling across her back.
"I have a spider," I said. "Do you?"
Her little hand formed a baby spider.
"Yes," she said. "I have one, too."
"Is it going to school with you?"
"Yes."
After school, in the car, she told me some girls had tried to make her move from her assigned seat on the bus.
"What did you do?"
"I told them 'no.' And I sat there, not saying anything."
"That is good. You shouldn't let the older girls push you around."
"Mommy, I remembered that I come from a big family of brave women."
And my friends, I nearly had to pull over.
"Yes, my love. Yes, you do."
"Mommy?"
"What?"
"My spider had fun at school today."
