Lilo lost the other top central incisor, requiring another visit from the Tooth Fairy:
Frankly, if the Tooth Fairy actually looked like The Rock, I would sleep with Lilo’s tooth under MY pillow, and lay awake hoping to cop a cheap feel. That man is Hottie McHot, Mayor of Hottieville.
Lilo got another Sacagawea dollar, and was pleased. Of course, she also asked me if she got enough Sacagawea dollars, would she become Sacagawea. Um, no. It doesn’t work that way. Which is good because otherwise Mommy would have turned into a parking ticket while in college.
The only other exciting news is that Stitch is trying to break my heart. About two weeks ago, she started having separation anxiety. She has never shown any sign of this before, not even as a toddler. Now she is giving me the pitiful-sad look over her shoulder when I abandon her cruelly at YMCA camp, where she will have friends, swimming , dance, games, and crafts. Every day, I mean every single day, when I pick her up she tells me she had fun. The counselors all tell me her sadness is over within 2 minutes of my leaving. Yet when she gives me The Look – with her big blue eyes gazing at me with dismay and the clear accusation that I don’t love her any more — it makes me feel like one of those monsters who abandons puppies on the side of the road. Seriously, she looks like she is being dropped off at an orphanage during the beginning of a Disney film.
One day she actually started crying and screamed, “Mommy! Don’t leave me!” I cracked like cheap balsa wood and brought her back home with me — where she complained about being bored. The rest of the time she has just given me The Look, which has been sufficient to make me question my parenting skills and wonder if I am an EVIL MOMMY for sending her to camp. Yet if she stays home she is discontent and asks to watch too much TV.
Parenthood is often a no win scenario.
I have a friend whose 5 year old is also going through separation anxiety, since it often hits again at this age. Her son can’t give her a reason WHY he doesn’t want her to leave for work, he just knows he would prefer she never leave his side. The same thing is going on with Stitch. I have asked, repeatedly, if there is anything that is bothering her, if someone hurt her at camp, if a someone hurt her feeling at camp, if her friends are being mean to her in any way, ect … and she says no to all of it. The worst thing she could come up with is a little girl name Sophie once painted on HER art, but that happened after the drama had already started. Stitch has anxiety disorder, but she is not showing signs of a full panic (except once) or faking illness to avoid camp, or complaining of pains, or any of the signs of a severe separation disorder … she just says she will MISS me.
Anyone else have a five year old who went through this?