I just had my first daughter-caused {heartbreak}....
She's so stubborn, won't go to bed, insisted on a book even after *I INSISTED* she march her booty up to bed. Partially cuz the boys were asleep already, partially because she was using her binoculars like a mid evil weapon, flinging them all over the house.
She pouted and made a reeedonkulous fake cry, and stomped up stairs.
I continued to {eat} relax when just a mere minute later she was back down in the dining room with her eyes all red, face all pouty carrying her magna doodle. She just looked at me with those eyes, and then turned it around and put it on the dining room chair next to me.....
{crush} <------That was the sound of my heart.
She just looked at me.
I looked down to see what she had drawn......
basically a 4 year old's rendition of a heart with a big "X" through it.
=(
And my eyes teared up, and my heart sank. I know I'm the mom, and I really was right in sending her up to bed for the 19bajillionth time tonight, but I was never expecting her to take my {loving} demands to {broken?} heart.
I know this is only the first of many times I'll have to face her saying she hates me, doesn't love me, that I'm the worst mom in the world, etc.
But she's FOUR.
Already?
I grabbed her up, hugged and kissed her til she stopped sobbing.... She wouldn't even answer me when I asked, "Do you not love me anymore?"
She finally settled down, I told her a "mermaid" story, and she hopped down to draw me something new...
This is what she drew.
UGH, the little girl is too sweet for words, and I love her to the moon and back.
Trials and Tribulations.... Trials and Tribulations!!
Momma's don't let your babies grow up to be teenagers.
=)
~d
