Yesterday the two older kids headed off to Disneyland with their visiting cousins.
This left a day for just Sassy and I to spend together.
Sassy and I have an interesting history. For the first 2 years, it was nothing but snuggling, nursing, and playing. And then, the third year, something went awry and we were constantly battling each other. We were completely at odds…when I wanted to sleep, she wanted to stay awake. When I wanted to eat, she wanted to sleep. When I wanted to go out, she wanted to stay in, and vice versa.
It took me until she was about 4 1/2 to realize and respect some things about her. She is headstrong, with a steel will. She doesn’t like to be told what to do. She likes to be in control. She likes suggestions, but not commands. She likes to do things in her own timeframe. If you get on her bad side, she holds a grudge like no other. She needs to be appreciated. She needs to feel valued–her opinion, her needs, her thoughts. She’s sassy, and doesn’t like to be held back from what she wants.
In a nutshell, she’s me.
But not me, of course, she’s her. But all the things that I struggled with in her were the things that were so similar with me. Our struggle happened because I was treating her like a child, in the sense that I hadn’t accepted or respected her value as an equal human being.
Now I treat her like a child only in the fact that there are things she needs my help with. But in every other way, I treat her as a partner in this life. Once I let go of a lot of power struggles (food, sleep, activities) our relationship blossomed. I’m always thrilled when I get one on one time with her…we are similar enough that I know that she more than any of my other kids is up for adventure and fun!
So we spent a day in Santa Monica. We drove up and got her some running shoes, then went to Floyds Barbershop on Route 66. Next up was a park day for unschoolers/homeschoolers, where all the kids dressed up and put on an original play. And then the pier, with rides and cotton candy and more rides and more cotton candy! And then…walking along 3rd St. Promenade where we did girly shopping and bonded over cute clothes and accessories. And then we drank hot chocolate and ate nutella strawberry crepes!
And then she puked all over me, multiple times, sitting on the patio of the restaurant. Like, buckets of hurl all over me. Not because of the cotton candy, but a lingering chest cough that occasionally gets deep and causes vomiting. Honestly, I can’t even begin to describe the throw up extravaganza I lived through last night…so I’ll save it for it’s own post. I bet you can’t wait for that. It will be an epicaly vomitous blog, I’ll tell you that!
But, moving along…
My favorite memory of the day, out of so many favorite memories that happened, was when she saw the lights on the Promenade for the first time.
When we walked in to a store, they were off, and then when we walked back out it was dark and glittery and magical. And glittery and magical described Sassy’s face as well:
That, my friends, makes for a perfect day. Even if it ended with 5 gallons of puke all over me, in my purse, on my camera, and in my wallet. And that’s saying something!
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