It's Monday. Which means it's Mommy Monday, my designated day of the week to helicopter parent on the blog.
My two-year-old daughter is really starting to play in an entirely new way. I hear her talking to her baby dolls in a sing song voice and watch her creating little scenarios in the sandpile. One of the biggest joys of being a mom is watching this little person come into their own.
But. I have a healthy imagination myself. I also watch too many forensics shows.
So when she suddenly became scared of the car, or starts telling me "that man is going to take me away!" I worry that she's channeling some sort of childlike ESP and is foreshadowing something awful.
I picture dramatic scenes. I hear the news anchor saying, "She tried to warn her mother..."
And other crazy stuff.
But to her sweet little face, I smile. I play along with whatever little game she's creating. That is, after I sharply ask, "what man?!?" "what's wrong with the car?!"
If you need me, I'll be over worrying in the corner.