my girl is an artist. something i have always aspired to be. i guess it skips a generation, because she got it all. creativity comes from her every pore. we always felt like it was our job to make sure that this gift was never stifled. it turns out that maybe in our efforts, we have not given her enough clear lines. we were so worried about making sure that she understood that coloring outside them was her choice. speaking of lines, we are finding that it is a fine one. to make your child feel loved for exactly who they are. no, more than that, to make sure that they know that you like them. this can make them unsure of your expectations of them. really?! crap! in my effort to make sure that she knows she can do whatever she wants, i may have encouraged a fear in her. she may be seeking to know what i expect from her. this parenting thing isn’t as easy as it looks. just when you think that you have your finger on it, the walls fall in.
i’m a talker. i can’t help it. i have a lot of words. i need to remember that my kids are still little even if they can speak and reason with people beyond their years. what does this mean for me? i need to shut up sometimes. i need to put that big long girl in my lap and rock her like the baby she is.
i just need to remind myself that she isn’t my equal. she isn’t my peer. she is my little girl.
it’s not as easy as it sounds. i mean look at what the kid can do.