My daughter is at that pivotal moment in her young life where she thinks she’s invincible. As if she didn’t think she was at a much earlier age – crawling to the top of the piano and standing up, crawling to the top of the kitchen table and running across it’s shortened top.
She watches cartoons with an understanding that, she too can fly, or jump off of some landing with the agility and grace as the characters on her cartoons can.
Earlier today I was sitting in the living room, reading, when I hear those dreaded words every parent of a daredevil dreads hearing, “Mommy come look at me. Watch me Mommy!” Before I can rush to stop her from what feat she thinks she must achieve, I hear a thud, followed by a groan and a “I’m okay.”
As if falling off the bed numerous of times with many ungraceful landings (mere bruises, thank goodness) would stop her, think again. It must be the attempt of correcting the landing to a perfection that has her crawling back onto the bed and jumping off of it again. How do you tell your little one that they aren’t Wonder Woman, or Spider Girl, or any other gifted superhero without really crushing their tender hearts and ruining their creative imaginations forever?
It’s honestly a tough job being a parent, but sometimes I have to pull on my big girl Mommy pants and march into her room and kindly tell her that her flying lessons are canceled for the rest of the day. I may have bruised her ego a little bit, but I saved myself a speeding ticket and an ER visit…for now at least.