It was time to celebrate the 3rd birthday of one of Zoe’s little friends. For days, we talked about the up-coming birthday party, how much fun it was going to be, the cake, playing, and the special gift we would pick out for her friend.
Finally the day came to pick the birthday present. Of course, Mommy helped narrow down the choices! Would it be a princess dolly? Or a princess game? Or the princess craft? Oh, the agony!
The princess craft won, and then, oh no. The realization hit that, the gift was NOT for Zoe. It was for her friend! “NO!!!”
Pouty face. Angry face. “I get one for ME Mommy!”
An explanation followed, then a reminder that saying no to Mommy means a spanking when we get home.
We made it home without too much more trauma.
And Daddy helped her wrap it.
The next day, it was time to go to the party.
She remembers that the gift is NOT for Zoe. OH NO!!! More angry face. More pouty face. More earnestly trying to explain to Mommy why it is so important that “I get one for ME Mommy!”
A ride down the elevator. 27 floors of time to change her attitude. By the time we got to the ground floor…. It was all smiles, and excitement… “I give mine present to Analise, Mommy!!!!”
as though it was this brand new idea that had just occurred to her.
I responded with all kinds enthusiasm. And she stayed joyful, even as her friend unwrapped it, and kept it.
Aren’t we just so thankful for every chance we are given to die to our self? :J
Maybe if she gets lots of these opportunities at 2, it won’t be so hard when she is 28, like Mommy.
BEFORE 27 FLOORS