I am in possession of magic powers, it would seem. Apparently the way I pour a glass of milk, or pass a hairband or assist in putting on a coat is far superior to any mere mortal. I can’t believe I went all these years without knowing about my supremacy, only finding out around about the time my daughter started speaking. What a coincidence!
Ever since she was able to string the words together, it has always been “mummy do it” – though now she is more eloquent in her sentence construction, I am pleased to report. I go through phases where the “mummy do it” mentality annoys the hell out of me. For example,when we go to stay with friends or relatives, I like to have a bit of a break from having to do every single thing by myself all day long. I just want someone else to be capable enough in Poppy’s eyes to fetch her some raspberries from time to time. And I really wish that other people could just pour the goddamn glass of milk as well as I can. Why can’t they? What is wrong with people???
But then other times, I secretly like it. Because I know she does it because she has the genuine belief that I am amazing. She looks at me like no other person ever has or ever will. I am the single most important person in her life. She just wants me to be there with her, to acknowledge her, to play with her. It’s as simple as that. And I know that these days won’t last forever.
So the next time she refuses to accept help from anyone other than me, I need to try and remind myself of that. Or alternatively I could just go and lock myself in the bathroom for a while because that girl is not going to allow herself to starve for anybody. Not even me.
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