May 7, 2015
“I do believe in Fairies! I do, I do!” Okay, maybe my five-year old son didn’t say it exactly in this way, but that’s what he meant. The other day, I was walking up the stairs, taking my two year old to her crib for nap time. As I approached the top of the stairs I realized that I didn’t have “Blanky” and she does not nap without it. In fact, she won’t take another blanket. In fact, she will not even allow another blanket in her crib, (except for the one that covers her dolls, but that’s another story, and I don’t like to get off topic:)). In the wintertime, I would try to give her a warmer blanket, and she would say “No!” So it was really important to have this blanket for her nap. I looked downstairs and saw my sweet 5 year old sitting close to the blanket. I said, “Can you bring me ‘Blanky?’” And my son said, “Ughhhhhhhhhh!!!” And then he said, “I do everything!” I put my baby in her crib and told her I would get her blanky. I went downstairs and grabbed the blanket. While doing this, my son said, “Mom, do you know why I didn’t get the blanket? I wanted to see you do it, because you never do anything.” Seriously?! I don’t even need to go over all of the things I do, but let’s just say that this child does believe in fairies, and they do his laundry, and pick up after him, and play with him, and read him stories, etc. Maybe I should’ve been annoyed with this comment. But it actually made me giggle. And as I’m writing this blog post, my five year old son picked up a stem that had been broken off of a flower, and said, “Mom, do you know what this is?” And I said, “No.” And he said, “Can you guess?” And I said, “Um a stem? A stick?” And he said, “I have a Mother’s Day gift for you. Do you want it now or on Mother’s Day?” I let him decide and he decided that now was the time. He went upstairs (He does go upstairs), and came back down with a flower with the stem partially cut off and stuck it in a plastic cup of water. He presented me with my gift and I gave him a great big hug!! So I decided that he must think I do something! And then after he gave me the flower, I read him a book about fairies, because I really wanted to tie the end of this blog in with the beginning (It feels better when I can do that). And at the end of the fairy book, I said, “I do believe in fairies! I do, I do!!” And he just looked at me weird, and for a brief moment I was glad that he couldn’t read. I didn’t need him saying, “That’s not what it says!” and ruin the end of this blog for me, when I was tying things up just perfectly. Oh yeah, and at the end of the book my son was like, “Mom I believe in fairies, because you are a fairy. You look like a fairy. And you do a lot, just like fairies do a lot!” And he didn’t say that with his mouth, but he had a look in his eye, and that’s what he could have been thinking. I don’t know if that’s exactly what he was thinking…what am I, a mind reader?! Anyway, fairies, blankies, doing things, and stuff. The end.
