Today’s adventure in parenting
Luisa and I had a little dance party. Dancing, to Luisa, means spinning in circles until she falls down with the occasional arm flailing. Today was no different. She spun and spun and spun until she fell down. And then she tried to get up, which resulted in her falling down again and this time on her face, biting her lip.
After a brief cry in my lap, she stood up and kept dancing. And then realised her face still hurt, so she’d cry again and run over to me for comfort. And then she’d dance again. And then cry. Then dance. And then cry. Then dance.
But then the song ended and it was all tears for the next two minutes. And then she moved on.
