I am also beginning to realize that I can't always control or project my children's emotions and reactions. Lilah and I had the opportunity to go on a "date night" this week, and I was so excited about what I had planned. I wanted to take her to the movie theater for the first time, to see the new Winnie-the-Pooh movie. She loves Disney movies, popcorn, and candy, so this would be a treat that included all three. How could it go wrong? Well, as much as my girl loves all of those things, she is absolutely terrified of loud noises and of the dark, and her fears were too much to overcome once we got into the cinema. She refused to stay, said she wanted to go home, and planted herself on the carpet outside the theater door. I tried a couple of times to convince her how much fun it would be, to no avail. So we sat on the floor, ate our popcorn and neon gummy worms, and decided to head out for dinner instead. I was immensely disappointed; I truly had wanted to see the movie, and to share the experience of going to the theater (which is one of my favorite things to do) with her had me very excited. But I had to "be a grown-up", take my disappointment in stride, and consider my daughter's feelings first. We ended up having a fun time anyway, with dinner at the 99 Restaurant and a quick trip to the craft store. Maybe we'll try the theater again later this year (the girl loves Christmas, just like her momma, so if a good holiday flick comes out, it might do the trick), but for now we'll keep our dates to things I know she'll enjoy, like going to the mall or the museum.
I still want to see Winnie-the-Pooh, though.
|All dressed up for our date. And yes, I'm dorky and made my daughter wear a matching headband with me.|
|The gummy worms didn't stand a chance.|
|As much as she can push my buttons, this girl is truly a sweetheart. She loves her baby brother so much. "He's my heart," she tells me.|