Adored

While I am thinking of it I just want to say how satisfying it is to be Adored. I know Jenna loves me but Niklas Adores me. I don't think anyone has ever Adored me like he does. There is this look in his eyes, which he holds with mine then a slow cocky smile crosses his faces, like he knows. Sometimes it is in how he calls out for me--not crying or needing something but seeking reassurance. He prattles on as he follows me around, telling me about Laura (a girl at his KiGa that I think he has a crush on) or his teacher or cars he thinks about. I bask in this. It is so fulfilling to know someone hangs onto every moment with you (used to be that way with Günter when we were courting, but life has interupted that).

On the potty front, some days he wants to be completely nakes (as if that helps him to feel his body better?) and will request to sit on the potty for a relatively long time for him. He goes pee and sometimes poop and then rejoices with a "Yeah" and clapping then a yell to me about getting his lollypop (as a reward). He likes to proudly announce when he "makes" a fart or a burp too. Then he laughs and laughs. I guess this starts early with the the male species!

I am finding that a lot of things he does must be programed in his psychic because he has a few habits from my husband and some from me. From my husband he usually dusts off nonexistent crumbs from this fingers or hand while he is distractedly looking around. From me he gets anxiety about being clean and orderly (I am glad about this and hope he is a type-A personality since I think they go further in life).

I think he is very ambivalent about growing up (who isn't?) so he vacilates from being a "big boy" and wanting me to hold him again like a baby and he pretends to cry (waa, waa) and is happy when I talk to him like a little baby and sing to him (I still sing to him but more action songs and with him along side me).

Speaking of "big boy" concept, he got a little confused by something I said and now it has stuck and I am having trouble reprograming him. One day we were at the playground and he was in a swing that was made out of heavy canvas/tarp material. He wanted me to swing next to him and I tried but could fit my "fat" rear in it and said that out of my shame. Since then he goes around saying mama is too fat and papa is too fat (which Günter has given me the lecture about how destructive I am to turn our child against him) and even himself (which Günter has also mentioned I have created an eating disorder in him). At first I kind of sniggered because I thought it was funny, but then I gave some thought to it and figured out that kids at this age are learning the concept of "too little" and "too big" (like he is too big for a baby carrier and too little to go on certain rides that big kids do). So now I reframe it but I live in dread that he will tell some teacher at church or another kid they are fat and they won't understand. And I am being so very careful what I am saying (I never swear, so there wasn't a lot of bad things for him to pick up from my language but he managed the one time, the one thing I did wrong)!

Posted by Krista at August 27, 2007 11:57 AM