It’s some sort of developement stage, I’m sure. The age of toilet talk.<\/p>\n
Sometimes I can ignore it in my child. And sometimes at the end of the day I am tired of hearing about poop and toilets and bottoms.<\/p>\n
So round about bath-n-bedtime, I hear her tell me she is going to poop in my ear and I’m over it.<\/p>\n
“That’s gross! Listen to you potty talking.”<\/p>\n
She’s sensitive lately, and her response to disapproval of any kind is strict: “Do you still love me?”<\/p>\n
Of course I love her. I’ve told her that at other times when she asks. This time is different though.<\/p>\n
As if I have already confirmed her fear, as if I already removed my love from her, she says indignantly, “You told me! You said you would always love me no matter what!”<\/p>\n
I have told her this, so many many times. She remembered my promise, and is holding me to it.<\/p>\n
My daughter is being exquisitely human before my eyes.<\/p>\n
She is afraid that her wrong-doing will separate her from my love. That some imperfection in her will break it.<\/p>\n
But she remembered my promise.<\/p>\n
She remembered. And she fought against this rejection she assumed.<\/p>\n
Her fear of abandonment had an answer from inside her.<\/p>\n
Of course, I had to go on and explain that even though I would always and forever love her no matter what, I still wished she would not use potty talk. Not easy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It’s some sort of developement stage, I’m sure. The age of toilet talk. Sometimes I can ignore it in my child. And sometimes at the end of the day I am tired of hearing about poop and toilets and bottoms. … Continue reading