“I didn’t give you a hard time!”

“I didn’t give you a hard time!” you said, your face aglow with excitement.

We sometimes have trouble getting going in the morning… you change clothes three or four times, nothing is appealing for breakfast, you won’t let me brush your hair.

Other days, you eat just fine, you dress yourself, and you still don’t let me brush your hair.

This morning was an easy day. You only changed clothes twice and the outfit was weather appropriate. You got your shoes and socks on and you were standing by the door as I got my car keys.

“I didn’t give you a hard time!”

Iced tea

“Where is your tea,” you ask as we are walking out the door to go to daycare.

Usually I take a glass of ice tea with me in the mornings, and you noticed I didn’t have it this morning.

“It went bad,” I said.

“It sat out all day,” you replied.

It’s good at such a young age that you learn the importance of putting things in the refrigerator.

“I look wired”

“I look wired.”

“What?”

“I look wired.”

You were standing on the footstool in the downstairs bathroom, looking in the mirror. I imagined the tens of thousands of times in your life you will look in a mirror. How many times will you not be happy with what you see?

“What did you say?”

“I look wired.”

Weird.

You think you look weird.

My heart sank. Was this the first of hundreds of times I will need to reassure you? To help you see the inner beauty that others see? To help you see the obvious outer byeauty that others also see?

“What are you unhappy with?”

“My hair looks wired,” you say holding it up. “I need a pony tail.”

I wish that all of life’s problems were so easy to fix.

Potty training, continued

“I peed on the floor.”

I picked up your blanket from your dirty clothes, and you said that you had peed on the blanket and the pillow the night before.

I used the dirty blanket to try to clean up some of the urine on the white carpet.

“No, not my blanket,” you said.

“Honey,” I said, “It’s already dirty, from last night.”

“No, I sleep with that,” you said, explaining your concern.

Level Four

You advanced to the next level at swim class tonight. From three to four. 




Coach Liz warned us that you may be in level four for more than a year as you learn to focus and mature.

We’re glad to get you away from the little boy you play with during class. 

That is, when you aren’t diving under the water on your own. 

You’re a great swimmer…


But you get distracted easily and when it’s not your turn. You stand on the ledge and dive under the water. You can easily spend half your time under water. Or not paying attention. 

 

You’ve gotten to be so good at swimming because Mommy and Daddy work with you in the pool. 



You also practice in the bathtub. 

Daddy sympathizes deeply when you’re distracted, I too, can get distracted. 

So now you move up a level and you’ll start learning more about swimming. 

The day will come when you’re a better swimmer than Daddy or Mommy. That day isn’t today, so when you’re in the pool alone, you’ll keep wearing your swimmies.