Practicing for her teen years
NS February 21st, 2009
When my toddler is being particularly moody and doesn’t want me anywhere near her, I love nothing more than turning on some music and dancing around wildly, doing turns and shaking my groove thang while singing into a microphone fashioned out of a maraca or hairbrush. It makes her so unbelievably angry and she glares at me through her platinum blonde mop of hair with arms crossed in a dramatic harrumph of epic proportions. Ocassionally she shouts “Mummy, stop dancing! Stop singing! Be quiet!” and I just dance harder, sing louder and try to entice her to join me. Eventually her arms come uncrossed, her brow comes uncreased and the corners of her lips lift ever-so-slightly. We collapse into the sofa or floor in each other’s arms, a tangle of limbs and kisses and laughter. Soon she forgets why she was grumpy or cross in the first place and as we sit catching our breath, she looks at me and smiles her big toothy grin. It’s not much longer that this tactic will work, I fear, and I’ll have to think of something else to diffuse the tension that mounts between us.
It sure will be a good trick for embarrassing her at sleepovers when she’s a teenager though.
