Ok, so my birthday was indeed on Friday. I am now 33.
Last night and tonight (we are episodic folks) kiddo watched The Nightmare Before Christmas with me (I had never seen it)… He was fine until…
Oogy Boogy is stripped of his clothes and all of the bugs/critters go running and fall into the fire.
Boy was horrified.
I paused and asked him if he was ok.
He said “They are going to find their mama”
(to deal with his fear of bugs-mostly flies- we have taught him to wave his hands and say “go find your mama”… That little concept has made a huge difference as far as successfully keeping the peace and not having a complete meltdown on our hands when dining at the al fresco eatery that my parents prefer…)
Then he said “they went to find their mama and went into the fire and got burned up”
He was so sad and heartbroken…
All of the horrible things he might overhear in a day- on the news, flipping channels on TV, conversations between adults, and the one concept that always hits him the hardest is the idea of someone trying to find their mama. The idea that the reunion might not occur is just devestating to him…
Shortly after that he declared that he was going to take a big marker and write a line across the top of his head so he wouldn’t grow any more. The kid is obsessed with growing up and getting bigger (he is very encouraging when the wii fit tells me I’m up .5 lbs… “Yay Mama, you are growing biggest!”…I have to love that someone is happy about that!) and he has declared that he is going to stay the size he is now so nothing changes anymore… That and he wants everyone to stop working and me to not be so tired and sick so I can play more.
I tell him every night:
“It doesn’t get better than You”
It’s his little insights on everything that make me feel like I am the luckiest Mama in the world. His sweetness and insights make everything more manageable. They make everything sweet and they make the world feel safe and warm….