Confused? Yeah, me too.
I picked Taylor up a little early yesterday and she was upset because she wasn’t able to finish watching Garfield (the cartoon). We got home and I told her she needed to get dressed for dance then we could have snack. She got upset again because she wanted snack first. I wanted to be sure she was ready to go when Brian got home and I knew she could take the snack with her! And I told her this.
She flops onto her bed crying. I offer to call her daddy and let him know that she wasn’t going to dance tonight and that, instead, she would be going to bed (I could tell she was tired). That made her cry more, of course. At this point, I sit down in the rocking chair and say, “Come here.” She resists until I tell her that I just want to hold her and talk. Then, through sniffles, she says, “I wish I wasn’t a kid anymore so I could do whatever I want to.” I try not to laugh. I fail.
I wipe her eyes and tell her the bad news that, even her mommy & daddy don’t always get to do what they want to do. She apparently thinks it’s because we’re “mommy” and “daddy” so she tells me she doesn’t want to be a mommy or a daddy (upon realizing what she’d just said, she giggled). I told her how much I loved her and was very glad that God gave her to us and had to break yet more bad news – that it was that way even before we had her. She decided she didn’t want to get married. Somewhere in there it changed around to her not wanting to grow up – that she wished God didn’t make us have to grow up. I’m not sure how it all wrapped around from “I don’t want to be a kid” to “I don’t want to grow up” but there ya go!
I told her that one day soon we could have a day where we did whatever she wanted to do. I did that on her birthday and we had a lot of fun (though I did have to remind her that it didn’t give her permission to be rude or bossy).
Taylorbug is wise beyond her years.