My little girl,
On October 19 we got on an airplane and moved to Seattle. You, me, papa, and the gatto. Poor gatto wasn't happy during the flight. For about two weeks, we all stayed at the little room where papa lived while we were still in Austin. Tiny and dirty. One day, you politely said that you liked the blue house better - referring to the one in Austin - and that you wanted to go to your daycare. I explained, trying to hide all emotions, that we would soon move to a nice big house, and that a big truck would bring your crib and all your toys. A few days later, during a usual resistance to bath time, you swung your index finger up and down in one big move of defiance, and declared "I don't like this house!" Both papa and I tried to explain again that this was a temporary place which we didn't like either, and that soon we would be move to a big house, you would have a pretty room with orange walls.
Next day it was my turn to be upset. I don't remember what triggered it. Was it because I was allergic in the house and couldn't stop coughing due to gatto's nearby poop box? Because we had to be out all day, without a car, and it hadn't stopped raining since our arrival? Was it because you were forever potty training and it was inconvenient more than ever to clean and change? Or because you wouldn't let me be on the phone for interviews and appointments? Maybe it was because you spilled all the lentils on the already dirty floor although I asked you to be careful. All that said, probably I got upset not because of you, but because of something papa hasn't done, that exasperated given the circumstances. So you came to me and said "Mommy, I will make you happy in this little house." Every parent can recognize how special that statement is.
Speaking of making your parents happy: Every time we get a little upset for whatever reason - you insist on pooping on yourself and deny it, kick us, scream in public, or don't clean up after yourself - you say "you are happy! You are happy!" If we reply in the negative, such as no Zoe, we are sad / disappointed / angry, you get very upset and start crying. I think these things mean something more to you. And when I say "Zoe, you make me happy all the time," you become very content.
Love,
Mommy
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