My child, my precious wonderful daughter…
She had a rough day.
She’s six going on 16 and it all came out today. She doesn’t want to grow up. She doesn’t want to be a big girl. She doesn’t want to get a job and have a baby (because child birth hurts) and most importantly she doesn’t want to have to make any decisions.
She’s having a very hard time being six because she is so busy looking ahead to being 16, 26, 36…
The fears are real. Her emotions are real. The stress is real.
Mommy can not explain it away. I can not tell her to buck up. I can not tell her to get over it…
All I can do is scoop her up in my arms and tell her that she has time and time and time.
Tell her that she has me.
Tell her that she doesn’t have to grow up right now while I hold her in my arms and dry her tears…
And Dr. Normal?
He can give her pudding…
I think we make a pretty good team.
10 thoughts on “tears of my child…”
Wow, that’s a lot of worry from a little girl. Hope she’s feeling a bit better about things now.
My 6 year old son’s biggest concern with growing up is that he has to be in third grade before he can play tackle football. Guess little girls minds work differently, but I do agree pudding makes the world easier to swallow.
Aww, I remember Carissa going through this. She was hysterically crying one day telling me she didn’t want to get married and have babies and she didn’t want to kiss boys. She was SO upset. It’s so hard!
Love and pudding. Add some music and rhythm and who could ask for anything more?
mmm. Pudding. Someday, she will be giving her own daughter pudding for the exact same reason…
Great, now I have to go find pudding for Martin since he is heartbroken to hear that K is sad. *sigh*
awwww sweet kid.
so THAT’s how you get pudding! niiiiice. i recently had to make a promise that i wouldn’t die before queen of hearts. anybody got any anti-ageing cream? anyone? any….one…?
We had some tears in our house tonight too. It was a long day – lots of driving, different groups of people here and another group there – all wrapped around a funeral for someone we don’t really know.Daddy and my DD had a little test of wills, and sadly, I won. It really does hurt me more, I know that now. I hate to see her tears, but I loved to cuddle afterwards.
Those times are so hard aren’t they? I think all you can do is give cuddles and let them cry it out and listen. I’m dreading what Holl has just described as I can still remember the feeling of begging my mum not to die and realizing that one day she will. This parenting thing is so tough sometimes isn’t it, but you definitely make a good team.