She’s getting used to us. I have judged her harshly these past weeks, this girl. I have a personal problem, which is that I invariably believe that whatever is happening right now must and will continue to happen exactly like this, world without end, forever and ever, etc. This applies with kids–Lily will always be unreasonable about the blue plate, therefore I should go buy all blue plates and just end this issue now (so last month)–and in other ways–I really like this candy, and I want to eat more of it, and I should go get more so that I will always have it, because what if the store runs out…ok, so tired of that candy now. Those aren’t the best examples, but basically I expect any phase–mine or theirs–to go on forever, when really, things end. They get potty trained, I lose interest in knitting (who was I kidding?).
Rory changes like New England weather. New things–she’s able to pretend now. To ask for help. To talk to strangers. To join into activities without it being a big deal. To take no for an answer. She’s getting…normal.
I think some of my trouble before was that because I haven’t seen Rory change, I don’t fathom the ways she’ll change. When she, in answer to any question by a stranger, would put her dead down and start screaming “MAAAH” or yell “I no want you,” I felt–well, then, that’s how she’s going to be, and how will we ever send her to school or get anyone to invite her to their birthday parties? I feared for her–socially inept, largely unpleasant, how would she–or I–manage? Why couldn’t she just act like a regular kid?
And I do believe one or two people out there said, ok, cut the kid some slack, will you?
And I do believe I bit your heads off.
So, sorry about that.