The flowers in my heart

[wayfaringwordhack]

Yesterday, Sprout refused to calm down during quiet time, which she was spending on the bed with me while I nursed Junebug.  I banished her to her room, where she proceeded to have a fit, vowing to find the "best solution"* to get out of her room.  I ended up letting her out to go the bathroom, and I went in there with her to talk it over.

Me: You are very upset because I made you go to you room.
Sprout, making her hands into claws and growl-crying: Yes, I'm so angry!
Me: I'm upset, too, and sad that we aren't able to have quiet time together. I didn't want to have to make you go to your room.
Sprout: Did I damage the flowers in your heart, Mom, when I didn't respect your sleep? I'm sorry!

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* J got home soon after, while we still working through it, and she told him, "I tried a million solutions to get out of my room! I tried this book, this cookie cutter, this sock!"

Comments

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Awww, I don't know what I'm more touched by, her poetic phrasing about the flowers in your heart, or her ingenuity in escape attempts.

(BTW what language to you all talk to one another in? All French, or French and English?)

[frigg.livejournal.com]

lol... I know you're worn thin, but she's just so poetic-cute.

Oh... and what a good story idea! Flowers in your heart. Combine it with your fuzzy to see neighbour!

[sunflower-sky.livejournal.com]

Awwwww! What a little poet!

~D

[khiemtran.livejournal.com]

Sounds like she might have found the "best solution" in the end...

[mindseas.livejournal.com]

Very poignant. Transitioning from only child status will without doubt present challenges for Sprout, but I can see that she'll work hard to meet them.