My sister came to pick up A. and Ben at the house while we were in route to the other hospital. The next day, she took them to her house and they had a big "sleepover" with their cousin, who's only 7 months older than A.
When we all got back home a few days later, A. commented, "I had a hard few days."
Being therapist-parents, we jumped all over this. "Oh, yeah, I'll bet it was hard. What was the hardest thing for you?"
(heavy sigh) "Making dinner."
"Really. You made dinner, huh? What did you make for dinner?"
"Salmon and rice. Yeah, it was a lot of work."
"Wow. A nice dinner, even."
Hhmnph. Kid's making his own pb&j sandwiches from now on.
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Later that night, I was changing him into his jammies and we had a talk.
"Are you feeling better, Mama?"
"I'm feeling much better. Do you remember when Mama bonked her head? I'm sorry I had to be gone for a few days. I missed you a lot."
"Yeah. You had to go to the hospital."
"I did. But now I'm home. Do you remember what it was like when I bonked my head?"
"Yeah. Kinda sad and kinda scary."
"I know, it was."
"It was.....a little bit too much."
"I totally agree with you. It was definitely a little bit too much."
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Yesterday I ventured outside to watch him "ride" his bike. I use quotation marks because he refuses to use the pedals and rides Flintstone-style. He's only about 1/2 a foot off the ground so it works.
As we went out the door, he commanded, "Now, there's no falling outside!" I agreed and told him I would just sit and watch.
I sat on the curb and watched him while my father-in-law held Ben, and A. seemed so delighted by my undivided attention. He waved at me a few times, and then pulled his bike up to me at the curb.
He got off the bike, and totally spontaneously, gave me a kiss on the cheek. He'll offer his cheek to be kissed by family at night-nights and bye-byes, and he will occassionally kiss Ben's head goodnight, but he's never just come up and kissed me. It was the sweetest thing in the world.
Friday, February 10, 2006
3-Year-Old Coping Skills
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