My daddy is a hero
These precious words came out of my 3 year olds mouth this morning. As I was fixing her breakfast, she proclaims “my daddy is a hero!”. Now, I’ve talked to both of my kids about daddy’s job, where he is and why he can’t be with us… I’ve also told them before that he is a hero. So, you’d think I would not be surprised, but I was! It was so sweet and innocent to here it from her lips.
Being 3 years old must be pretty tough. You are not only short – but there are a ton of obstacles to overcome. In the last year you’ve learned to use the potty, get dressed by yourself, use some pretty big words and know what they mean, comprehend that daddy is gone – but then wonder if he really is coming home again. Why do I say this? Every time we are out running an errand or on a walk – and we pull up to the house, Pig Me Too see’s daddy’s car in the driveway and shouts “Daddy’s home!”. No honey, his car will always be there, daddy is still far, far away and won’t be home for a long, long, long, long time. “Oh, okay mommy”.
Herein lies the problem. Pig Me Too started preschool two days a week in January. She was doing great – almost TOLD me to leave. Last week, both days, she cried when I left. Also, my child that has been potty trained for almost two months now is having a bit of trouble getting to the potty on time for #2. She doesn’t have an accident – she is trying to prevent the accident… but that still “stains” her pretty undies. I am at a loss. Her teacher says that she cries b/c she thinks that I won’t come back – just how daddy is not coming back (to her). It tears my heart.
Pig Will, the older child, seems to understand everything… and tries to comfort Pig Me Too often. What a sweet child.