What do you tell your seven-year-old daughter when she comes up to you crying because there is silly putty stuck to her bear that she’s had since she was born? Yes, you heard me right…since she was born. I want to laugh sometimes, because I think it’s ridliculous for her to be crying over something so trivial. Too mean? Well, I don’t. Besides, it’s not Christ-like. I try to understand why she feels she needs it. But; however, I do find myself asking her why she’s crying over a stupid animal. I know, I shouldn’t use the word “stupid” but it just slips out. (Need to work on that one.) I just feel that her attachment to this bear is unhealthy for her, and that she needs to ”steer” away from the baby side, and start to grow up some and start acting like a young lady, instead of a little girl. I also think it would be better for her self-esteem.
I have been trying to get rid of the bear for quite sometime now, about two years to be exact. When she was six I told her that when she turns seven she was going to have to give it up. Well, that didn’t work, so I told her that she could just sleep with it rather than tote it around EVERYWHERE! That worked for a few days, but then I’d catch that bear at the dinner table in a chair, or on the couch, or somewhere other than on her bed. And then when she would spend the night with Grandma she tried to catch me off guard by saying “I won’t be able to sleep without it.” And, if I tell her that she should try, she pouts and then here come the waterworks! So, what am I supposed to do then, send her crying to her Grandma’s house? ‘Course she would have a different viewpoint, most grandmas do, but that’s a whole nother blog I could write about.
I want my daughter to grow up confident, and secure, and have a high self-esteem, but without having to, or needing to tote that bear or any other object around to feel that way. I feel that if she “lets go” of all the other stuff now, that she would be successful in being confident, secure and feel good about herself. I guess I’m trying to get her to grow up, because I have a rambunctious three-year-old son with a mean streak that takes all my sanity! (That’s another blog entirely, as well!)
So, I would just like for her to grow up some, not a whole lot, but it would be nice if she would give up the bear, and doesn’t pout or cry when she doesn’t get her way (that really drives me nuts). I keep reminding her that I already have one toddler; I don’t need two, and that I need her to help me out more, especially when my husband’s away. She says, “Yes, maam”, but I guess she forgets because five minutes later she’s back to acting like that “little girl” again. I don’t know… maybe she has ”little girl syndrome”… if that even exists.