Defiance, Affection and Mother of The Year
Modern Pre-schooler, sweet little premeditated angel that she is, has leached onto and holds for dear life to a new way to make me want to pull out each hair on my head and rinse and repeat.
Just as I am about to completely loose it in some sort of primeval way, she demurely drops her eyes to the floor and states, "Mommy, I love you." Because I am not the normal sort of self controlled and above the nonsense mommy, and her sweet little tone makes me slightly manic, I usually respond with some retort not equal to the moment. I know you love me, but you must stop hitting your sister with that spatula. After which I proceed to pout and stamp my feet angrily. Then she stamps her foot angrily and shouts at the top of her 3 year old lungs. Such a compassionate and seemingly pure offer should put me in my place. The first few times it did humble me and I scooped her up and loved on her until she wiggled free.
A few things have changed since then. Now Modern Toddler can smell fear and has an eerie 6th sense when it comes to questionable parental practices like grounding her until she can vote or removing all bath toys for 6 mos. Modern Hubby likes to ask me which one is the parent and which one is the child, or maybe you two need some time apart. The little stinker bell just crawls right under my skin, unfolds a lawn chair and sips a cool drink.
"But I LOVE YOU!"
I can never boast about my girls enough, good or bad, but the bad is funnier.
Keep up the good work mom ;)
Posted by: corky | Tuesday, July 24, 2007 at 08:28 AM