You might know that we are in one of those horrible phases that triggers my working mom guilt every morning: The "I-Don't-wanna-go-to-school-i-want-stay-home-with-mama-day" Phase.
This means every morning she takes off her shoes, socks, and coat, sits in front of the front door, and tries to be a big girl and not cry, but usually breaks down.
So, we did what any pair of ladies might do to soothe emotional problems: we went shopping. Bought new school clothes.
Nothing. Still. "I DON'T WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL I WANT STAY HOME WITH MOMMY DAY"
I was ready to quit my job... and along came Mr. Teddy. Grandpa John gave DD this fuzzy little friend... and they've been inseparable. Yesterday, she took him to school for nap time. And in one of those fits of parenting desperation that usually gives birth to absolute parenting genius, I found myself talking to Mr. Teddy.
"Now, Mr. Teddy. Look at DD. She's such a big girl and look how big girls go to school! What? You're a little sad about going to school, Mr. Teddy? I know. It's new. There's kids you don't know. But DD is going to show you all about being a big guy at school. Right DD?"
Miracle of all parenting miracles, shoes went back on. Jacket went back on. She walked herself down the stairs like the Little Mama, telling Mr. Teddy all about school and what the big kids do.
In the car, we had a quick regression where she remembered herself and her woes. I acknowledged them, and said, "Well, Mr. Teddy is going to be with you for hugging and snuggling". I wanted her to have the decision to feel her emotional storm or to be the Little Mama. By no means do I want her to learn to swallow her feelings or disregard them.
She had some more sniffles and then resumed her role as Little Mama. Another parenting crisis narrowly averted.