"Mommy what day is it today?"
"It's Monday."
"Is it daycare day?"
"Yes, it's the first day of the week."
"I don't want to go to school!"
Lately, we've been having this conversation almost daily. I prefer that papa drops you off in the mornings. When I drop you off, you are sad, don't want to mingle with your friends, and don't let me go. I understand, but I don't want you to be sad.
Nonna and Nonno came to visit. One Saturday, we left you with Nonna and went to look for kitchen cabinets and flooring. We brought you along a few times before, but each time it was a waste of time. You'd complain that you are bored and hungry, and bored and bored, and not let us look, think and ask questions. Finally we could take our time, consider options, and make decisions. We called you a few times so you know we haven't forgotten you. I missed you and I felt torn, but it was also nice to have lunch with dad without you climbing on me and talking all the time. When we came back home you said "I missed yu today. Don't ever leave me." And that was that.
You've been afraid of darkness lately. You wanted to come to our bedroom, but was afraid to walk up in the dark, because of monsters. So you cried, and cried. We told you to not be afraid, and just come up, but you wanted me to come down to get you instead. We don't want you to be afraid of darkness. So we resisted and insisted that you come up. After a frustrating back and forth, I heard you say "take a deep breath." Then we heard you stumping up the stairs, screaming, stumping with big assertive steps. And there you were - upstairs. We were proud of you.
After bath, papa ties a towel around you hair. You love it, I think because this is something mommy does to her hair, and also because we comment on how beautiful you look. You run to me with a beaming smile, to show off your beauty, and I hug you. One such evening, you ran to me again, I took you on my lap, and you said "tell me you are beautiful," "tell me you are gorgeous." So I did. The happier you became, the more beautiful you looked.
You still love to role play. "Pretend I"m a baby bunny in the animal shelter. My mommy an daddy died, and they don't give me food or milk or water. You come and take me home."
"Pretend I'm Echo and I drink milk from the boob."
When I make up a fun story, you listen with excitement, and then say "repeat all those words again!"
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