Oh the things to come
I had somewhat of an epiphany tonight. I came to the realization that my princess is a girl. Now before you think that I am totally off my rocker or that I slept through an entire semester of biology in college, let me explain.
You see, I was home alone with the kids tonight and we did all the normal night stuff. Bath, teeth brushed, story, and to bed. Iceman went down first and went down faily easily. Then it was bedtime for the princess. She always likes me to lay with her as she falls asleep and I always happily oblige. This is a precious time where we can talk, give back rubs, sing songs or just snuggle. This is what I was expecting tonight as I stretched out on her pastel yellow sheets and started a soft back rub. As we were lying there I heard a little snuff, you know, the sound your nose makes when you breath air quickly through it. When Iceman was little we used to do this as a game. He would snuff, then I would snuff, then him, then me, and so on. (It really was a fun game, no really it was) When I heard this sound from my little girl I thought it was time for a little bedtime nose game and so I snuffed right back. I heard another and I snuffed back again. And then the third snuff...
It was then the light bulb hit me square between the eyes. On my third snuff echo, my sweet little doll baby turned her back to me and melted into a pool of tears. I asked what was wrong and sobs were her only reply. (why does all of this seem so eerily familiar) Of course I realized that those intial snuffs were not the opening ceremonies of the nasal olympics but the initial evidence of a looming emotional crisis. And then I realized that this sobbing form before me was not just a female child but indeed was a little girl. This coming with all the emotional complexities that being female implies. (great, I was just starting to get the big one figured out, and now there are two of them)
I thought I had a few years before all of this started but evidently not. What this means is that, as a Daddy, it is my responsibility to be sensitive to these little needs. Of course, I could be hallucinating and maybe she just didn't want to go to bed, but it's a good heads up none the less.
You see, I was home alone with the kids tonight and we did all the normal night stuff. Bath, teeth brushed, story, and to bed. Iceman went down first and went down faily easily. Then it was bedtime for the princess. She always likes me to lay with her as she falls asleep and I always happily oblige. This is a precious time where we can talk, give back rubs, sing songs or just snuggle. This is what I was expecting tonight as I stretched out on her pastel yellow sheets and started a soft back rub. As we were lying there I heard a little snuff, you know, the sound your nose makes when you breath air quickly through it. When Iceman was little we used to do this as a game. He would snuff, then I would snuff, then him, then me, and so on. (It really was a fun game, no really it was) When I heard this sound from my little girl I thought it was time for a little bedtime nose game and so I snuffed right back. I heard another and I snuffed back again. And then the third snuff...
It was then the light bulb hit me square between the eyes. On my third snuff echo, my sweet little doll baby turned her back to me and melted into a pool of tears. I asked what was wrong and sobs were her only reply. (why does all of this seem so eerily familiar) Of course I realized that those intial snuffs were not the opening ceremonies of the nasal olympics but the initial evidence of a looming emotional crisis. And then I realized that this sobbing form before me was not just a female child but indeed was a little girl. This coming with all the emotional complexities that being female implies. (great, I was just starting to get the big one figured out, and now there are two of them)
I thought I had a few years before all of this started but evidently not. What this means is that, as a Daddy, it is my responsibility to be sensitive to these little needs. Of course, I could be hallucinating and maybe she just didn't want to go to bed, but it's a good heads up none the less.
posted by ranraniam at 8:10 PM
2 Comments:
Yep, bodily function humor totally not as popular with the chicks.
So, what happened? What was she crying about? How did you console her? You gotta finish the story dude. You left us hanging here.
PLEASE!!! TELL THE GRANDMA WHAT WAS WRONG AND HOW YOU HANDLED IT!!! YES, I'M SHOUTING!
sorry, but that was a terrible way to end the story.
I do love you but never leave the grandma hanging.
Good luck on the female thing. Dad still hasn't figured it out.
LOVE YA------MOM
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