This girl right here, she’s my oldest. The one who made me a momma. The one in whom I recognize myself and yet is her own person so distinctly. The one with a flair for dramatics.
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My own little Anne of Green Gables.
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I have told her a number of times that she reminds me of that beloved character. When I heard some teens from our homeschool group were in a stage play adaptation of the novel, I knew I needed to take her to see it.
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She laughed when Anne lost her temper on poor Mrs. Rachel Lynn and whispered to me “she *is* just like me.”
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About a third of the way through, she leaned over and asked “does she ever learn to control her temper?”
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My beautiful girl. My dreamer. My contemplater. My wide-eye, curious investigator. .
I knew why she wanted to know.
She too struggles with a temper.
She doesn’t like it.
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There are so many themes and messages in the story of Anne Shirley. Beautiful, powerful messages. But, it came down to just one for my daughter: as you grow up, you can learn to navigate situations that vex you. That truth gave her a glimpse into her own future and a hope for it.
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And this is why story is so powerful. We see our identity within story, and through story, we gain perspective and even a little optimism.

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