Last year you cried almost every time I dropped you off at preschool. Some days you would run right in without a whimper, but then the next day, you would cry and cling to me like you had never been without me. This was annoying at the least, but the teachers got used to prying you off of me and you usually stopped crying about 2 minutes after I walked out of the door. But then you started doing the same thing at the gym. I thought maybe it was just because we had not been going for a while the first time it happened. But when they pulled me out of yoga class because you were clinging to the door and screaming I had, had enough. I took you out to the car and told you that if you didn't stop crying immediately you were going to be in BIG trouble. I was pissed. You believed me. And stopped crying immediately. Hmmm... wasn't THAT interesting?
The only time you can just stop crying like that, is when you are mostly faking it...
So I tried a little experiment. The next day when we went to preschool you started getting cranked up. I pulled you over to the side and explained to you that if you started crying and didn't let me leave that when you got home from school, you were going to take a nap. You whimpered just a little bit but let me leave in peace. I'm just sorry that it took me an entire school year to figure that out. I do think that you didn't want to go to school and that you had a little bit of anxiety about being left there... but I don't think it was nearly as much as you were pretending.
You are addicted to cereal. This morning I offered you left over pizza for breakfast and you actually laughed at me. Then you said, "Silly, Mommy. I'm not eating pizza for breakfast. I want cereal." Of course you do. Three bowls of it. No wonder you hardly eat lunch. I was thrilled that you were so into Raisin Bran, until one day I casually turned over the box and realized that it had 20 grams of sugar per serving. That's more than some of the other, "magically delicious" cereals that appeal to children. But at least it's not full of red dye #20. You'd be better off with pizza.
You just aren't sure about this puppy thing. You like the puppy, sure. But you aren't liking getting jumped on or when she starts barking at you. At first this baffled me, but then I realized that she's half of your height already. And she thinks that you and your brother are her litter mates. She's not shy about trying to tackle you, so you approach her with your hands out in front of you like a shield, ready to fend off her bouncy puppy advances. You don't love her yet, but you will. And what you don't know is that she loves you already.
I love you,
Ama
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