Saturday, December 28, 2013

Manipulation: a toddlers story

Dear Kiki,

Earlier today at the Lee House;
"Hi Mama!  I want marshmellows mama!" Syd says with a smile.  This is how I was greeted when I entered her room this morning. 
"No sweetie, breakfast first.  Let's get a new diaper on and head downstairs."  I pick her up out of bed and waltz her around the room to her changing station. 
"I don't want breakfast right now, I want marshmellows." She replies.  This is immediately followed by, "I do it, mama.  I put my big girl diapers on."  Pull-ups are pretty fun.  Except when the toddler poops in them.  Then they are no fun for the parents. 
"I know you would like some marshmellows.  But mama says no.  Breakfast first."   At this point we are done changing her diaper and she is standing next to me - I am still sitting on the floor gatherin my thigs to go downstairs...when she put her hand on my face and says, "in a sweet soft voice "mama, please can I have a marshmellow?  Then I will have breakfast."

Oh man, what could I do. 

We had marshmellows before breakfast. 

Love,
Popo

THE Slippers

Dear Popo:

I need a new pair of slippers.  I tried to write slippers, size 8 on my Christmas list, but every time my pencil touched paper I felt extreme sadness.  I don’t want to replace my slippers. I love these slippers.  Their just the right height (low-calf boots), just the right temperature (my feet don’t get sweaty when I wear them with socks) and have the perfect amount of sole (enough to keep my feet dry if I walk outside to take the garbage out, but not too much to make them uncomfortable to sleep in). 

These are not just normal slippers they must have been sprinkled with fair dust at some point during their creation, making them not just slippers but THE slippers.  I have been blessed to be the owner and wearer of THE slippers.  However, not even fairy dust can keep a pair of slippers from wearing out.

The past few months I’ve been trying to talk myself into getting rid of THE slippers. I liken my relationship with THE slippers to my relationship with my high school boyfriend.  The trajectory of the relationship is really the same.

1.      See slippers/boyfriend from across the room, think wow, slippers/boyfriend looks super cool. I bet we’d have a lot of fun together

2.      Acquire slippers/boyfriend.

3.      Realize awesomeness of acquired slippers/boyfriend has an expiration date due to wearing out and/or graduation.  Delay feeling of sadness for expiration date.

4.      Usefulness of slippers/boyfriend begins to wane, but small moments of awesomeness obscure the looming expiration date.

5.      Ignore the expiration of slippers/boyfriend even though usefulness of slippers/boyfriend is no longer apparent.  Thinking about replacing slippers/boyfriend only makes you want to cling to slippers/boyfriend, whispering we should stay together FOREVER!!!

6.      Begin to resent slippers/boyfriend and when alone find yourself searching the internet for new slippers/boyfriend.  Picturing yourself with different slippers/boyfriend uncovers the delayed feelings of sadness which are stronger than the desire to end the relationship.

Eventually you have to make the tough decision to end the relationship with slippers/boyfriend and embrace the feelings of sadness, or continue in a perpetual cycle of unhappiness and resentment until someone else, possibly slippers/boyfriend, does something to make the decision for you.

By now THE slippers have so many holes I have to wear socks with them in order to keep my feet warm.  This means that it’s really the socks, and not THE slippers, that are warming my feet.  Thus, I believe I have reached step 5 above.  I fully understand the usefulness of THE slippers have expired, but the thought of logging-in to Amazon to search for a similar pair makes me feel sadness and I only cling to THE slippers tighter.


Eventually I’ll get to stage 6 and then have to make the tough decision to end my relationship and take the scary step of searching for a new pair of slippers.  When this happens I hope THE slippers and I can still be friends. 

Love,
Kiki