Adana has spent the whole morning playing with her dolls. Nothing new there. Except today, they are all dead. She keeps coming to me, holding her baby doll and sighing, "She's dead. The killer got her." Then she goes running off to fight the killer. A few minutes later she's back again with another dead baby and it starts all over.
I don't know if this is due to her hearing so much recently about her great-grandma dying, or to the fact that Jared is constantly watching old Monk episodes - or both.
I think I need to have her spend more time with me in the garden so that we can talk about LIFE and NATURE and HAPPY THINGS.
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At least she is brave enough to go and fight the killer. I'm such a chicken about those kinds of things, I'd hide and my dollies would just keep getting killed. Brave Adana, go garden. Time to watch a little Mary Poppins :O)
Actually, I've sort of avoided showing her Mary Poppins because I'm afraid she'll try flying off the roof with an umbrella. :-)
Oh my word, I laughed and laughed over this one. And she may be brave, but she has a lot to learn about being a superhero. If I were one of those dolls, I'd head for the hills until that diabolical toy-murderer was brought to justice. Clearly, not even Monk could handle this one. Maybe those guys from "Psych"?
I think she and Ben need to get together. Ben's obsessed with death and dying. I have no idea why. He talks about dying often: what it's like to die, when is he going to die, how will I feel when he dies; it really freaks me out sometimes!
And tell Jared I love Monk, too. I watched it all the time when I was on bed-rest. We don't have USA anymore, but maybe I can watch it on-line...
I would hide the umbrella. My boys have never seen "Mary Poppins," and they still try to launch themselves off our hill with an umbrella when there is a strong breeze.
I think fighting the bad guys can be a healthy way of working through issues. Think about the lasting appeal of Where the Wild Things Are, which is all about Max confronting the Wild Things and conquering them.
We went through a long, sad phase here of trying to help someone who was far too young to be thinking about death deal with his fears. I have no good solutions, but I know that now he works through things that are bothering him by setting up elaborate Lego scenarios, in which the bad guys still get what's coming to them. [Unless his brother is the source of bother, in which case we encourage him to take on the punching bag.] Maybe gentle redirection toward planting marigolds and collecting bugs will help distract her, but I would still give her a little time to do what she seems to need to do.
I am sorry about your grandma. Did I meet her? I know I met one of your grandmothers one day in family housing at UW -- a very sweet lady.
on the one hand, you want them to know about death, but on the other, it is constantly shocking to hear them talk nonchalantly about.
i was asked if when she is my age, will i be dead? Gulp!
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