April 20, 2011
Voluntary Kisses and Mismatched Shoes
The night before last, it was my turn to put Mia to bed (we take turns). I tucked her in, read her a story, then she read one for me, turned on some music for her, adjusted the lights and said goodnight. When I turned around in her doorway to blow her a kiss, I found her standing on her bed. "Get over here," she said. I did and she wrapped her arms around me, kissed me right on the lips and said, "I love you daddy."
I nearly cried.
Mia's in this weird, frustrating five year old phase. She wants her independence, knows she's close, and is frustrated at Beth and I as if its somehow our fault. She loves to sport headphones and dance to music, has very distinct ideas about how she should live her life and breaks out a perfect eye-roll when we suggest something that doesn't fit with her worldview. And about six months ago, she stopped kissing me. I don't know why. I didn't ask. I just assumed that she felt like she was too old for it.
It was nice to have that back if only for a night. Last night we were back to the standard goodnight head pat. Though yesterday evening she picked out the clothes I'm wearing today. Which is why I'm wearing a black suit, yellow shirt and a silver and purple tie. I did, somehow, talk her out of the mismatched black dress shoes.Posted by Chris at April 20, 2011 7:23 AM