Richie said it. To Mazie. Because ever since her tonsillectomy, Mazie's been whining like her voice is permanently caught in the top of her throat. She CAN talk normally; we just weren't sure at first, so we didn't crack down until it was (apparently) too late. She shocked me today by admitting, "I like it when I don't whine, too." WHAT?
A huge portion of my energy goes towards trying in vain to parent wisely. I frequently feel inadequate as a parent. Mazie and I sort of feed off of each others' frenzies sometimes - even when I'm trying desperately not to join in. I find it easier to keep my emotional insulation from Vivian's ups and downs, perhaps because she's a second child, and perhaps because she's wired differently. Either way, I love my children for who they are. I see that Mazie will be well-served by her sensitivity, tenacity, and energy. I admire her gumption, and I can't wait to be her friend when she's an adult.
One thing that freaks me out is when I help Vivian go pee, which only happens in public because she's relatively bathroom-independent (thorough wiping notwithstanding), she starts tinkling IMMEDIATELY after she mounts the toilet. No waiting period whatsoever. I find myself thanking my lucky stars that she made it on board fast enough because one false move would surely result in urine-soaked clothing. I think I'll resume carrying spares.
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