Sophie and I were talking after our company left last night and I asked her if she had fun. She said, “No.” She told me she was angry, sad, and not
happy. Then she crossed her arms over her chest and scowled. I prodded her to
continue in explaining to me why she was upset and she started going on and on
about how they were going to take all her stuff, then they were just bossing
her around, and she finished by changing her story to “they wanted to take me
away and put me in their car so you would save me in your car right there.” I was
at a loss as to what to say. So I asked if she wanted me to do her makeup.
It’s wonderful when kids are at the age that their imaginations run wild and when they tell their stories they say them with such conviction that you almost believe what they are saying. But when they finish their tale, you can easily divert them by saying “okay” and following it up with asking them if they want to do something else, and the big story that was so important to them a few moments before is completely
forgotten. Aaaaahh… To be young again…
I am going to try to be more like my children though. Not the whole redirection and extravagant stories part, but being able to let go of things easier; even if they do come up again at a later time. Sophie went from scowling with her arms folded across her chest to sporting an enormous smile and chomping at the bit to go inside and put on makeup. And come tomorrow she probably wouldn’t recall anything more than the
fact that she had a good time. I think if I could be more like Sophie and not
hold on to the negative in life so much, I might just be a smidge happier.
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