It Starts Early

This morning K, who really is normally a little pocket full of sunshine, was really whiny. Nothing remarkable had happened. She had enjoyed a full 11 hours of sleep. She is finally healthy. I couldn't put my finger on what was bothering her.

Finally I said, "K, Mommy is not going to listen to that whiny voice. Please pull yourself together and talk to me like a big girl."

Then she started sobbing.

"Sweetie, what is wrong?"

Through her tears she managed to say, "Sometimes...I know...I shouldn't...be....cwying...but my body...can't help it...It just makes me cwy...."

"Oh, sweetheart, I know! It is part of being a girl." I sat on the floor and rocked my crying baby girl and lamented that the crazy hormone/emotional war has already begun in her sweet little 4 year old body. I told her I often felt the same way and that talking or just crying it out usually worked for me.

Then she asked, "What do I do if it happens at school?"

As we talked through that and I rocked my crying girl, I felt more bonded to my daughter than I ever have before. Oh, sweet sisterhood!

It was over in a minute and she bounded out to the car, back in sync and ready for her day. Oh my, I had no idea this all started so early. Let the games begin!