Andrew and I worked a bit late last night so one of Blitzen’s babysitter extraordinaires took her to the hair braiding place to get her hair done. Just as they were leaving the salon to head home, it started to pour down rain – not misty, not drizzle, more like monsoon. And no umbrella.
Blitzen burst through the door, happy and laughing, telling the story of how they ran all the way home and showing off her wet, soggy clothes. Smiling, giggling, giving her babysitter a hug goodnight and moving along into the evening routine.
Now some people are all – so what? Lots of kids like the rain.
And I am thinking back 2 years to our first spring with Blitzen when we got caught in a similar downpour and the child simply ceased to function. Hysterical, sobbing, unable to move — not a cab or dry awning to be seen. It was awful. We practically had to carry her home — she just came completely undone.
I will try very hard to remember this triumph of emotional regulation and happy embrace of childhood wonders the next time Blitzen balls up her fists and growls at me (her latest thing). I’ll remember that even the growl is an improvement, heading in a much more socially acceptable expression of negative emotion.