My four year old daughter, Charden, has
been super crazy lately. I was venting to my mother about how crazy
she is being, and she said, “Why don't you talk to someone who has
been though it? Maybe they can tell you what to do.” My response
was, “Mom, NO ONE has been through Charden.”
PINK!
Charden is very unique. She is a lot
like Beau, but I think her mind works a lot like mine, which is
scary. I can tell she is always thinking, her little mind is always
going every which way. She will ask the most random of questions that
are not common for a four year old. I can tell that she has thought
extensively about death,
because it is something that she doesn't understand. She is
continually asking questions, which is normal for a four year old.
It's just the type of questions that she asks that are so unique.
Here is a recent conversation that her and I had:
Charden:
“Mommy, what would you do if this house didn't have any food?”
Me:
“I would go to the store and buy some.”
Charden:
“Yay! But... what if the store didn't have any food, only tires?”
Me:
“I would go to a store that had food.”
Charden:
“Yay! ...But what about Rapunzel?”
Me:
“What about Rapunzel?”
Charden:
*laughs, then points to the blank wall behind her*
Okay,
so... it's obvious that Charden worries a lot. She is clearly
worrying about our family and how much food we have. She sees me cook
three meals a day for her, and she wonders what I would do if there
is no food here. But tires? What the hell? Where did that come from?
And I don't even know what to think about Rapunzel. We haven't
watched “Tangled” recently, or even discussed Rapunzel in weeks
(Princesses are a main topic of conversation for us). I know that she
worries, and she gets that from me. It's too bad. It's no fun
worrying all of the time. But I'm also glad that it has her thinking
about life. What if we didn't have food? She is not allowed to stay
that she's “starving,” because she obviously isn't. I tell her
that she doesn't know what it is to starve. I want her to appreciate
having food readily available at all times.
Now,
getting back to the princesses. I have absolutely no clue where this
obsession came from. I am not a princess type. I don't wear make-up.
I have three pairs of shoes that I rotate throughout the year. I wear
t-shirts and jeans. I'm feminine, but not “girly.” My favorite
colors are black and purple. Charden is obsessed, I mean OBSESSED
with pink, dresses, princesses, jewelry, make up, diamonds, and
flowers. Why? I certainly didn't push the pink. All of a sudden,
maybe a year or a year and a half ago, over night, it was PRINCESS
MANIA in my house. She used to have extensive conversations with me
about princesses. She asks to wear a long, beautiful dress every day.
She has this pink night gown that Mimi bought for her that has a
picture of the Disney princesses on it. It is her most prized
possession. She has ripped a few times because she is in love with
the way that the sheer fabric feels, she can't stop holding it. She
twirls around in it, pretending to dance, and she makes up princess
songs about dancing through the forest and picking flowers while she
does it. Of course, she has asked Daddy many times to be her prince.
When he turns her down, Jamie is the next in line to fill that role.
Charden has a tremendous amount of
energy and she doesn't know what to do with it. She is always asking
for more of everything, which is typical. The television is the only
way I can get her to stop asking continual questions. It is also the
only way I can get her to stop crawling around on the floor, either
pretending to be a baby or a cat, in which case she is either meowing
or crying at the top of her lungs. Even two year old Adrienne gets
tired out from playing with her. She is non-stop. I swear she wakes
up talking. I'm pretty sure that she is ADHD. I would never medicate
her though, or even pursue that diagnosis. Charden would simply not
be Charden if this energy were contained.
Charden has a lot of trouble focusing.
If she focused more, she would be able to learn so much more. I know
she is so smart. She can outwit any adult who isn't me or Beau. She
has manipulated both sets of grandparents before to get what she
wants. She knows how to ask for something without actually asking for
it- like a string of questions that will lead up to what she wants.
Or not even a question, but a statement. For example:
“Jamie looks tired.”
I know exactly what this means. She is
saying “Jamie looks tired” because that will get me to notice
that it's the baby's naptime, so I will pick her up and put her to
bed, and then come down and give Charden candy, because Charden only
gets candy when Jamie is down for her morning nap. This is only one
example that I can think of. Normally the string is much more complex
than that. And usually, it leads to candy.
Her head is always in the clouds, and
it's a great possibility that she is thinking about princesses while
she's floating around up there. In order to get her to stop picking
dandelions on the soccer field during a game, we would have to bribe
her with candy to pay attention and score a goal. Often, she would be
found on the other side of the field, away from the action, twirling
around like a princess in the sun.
Her power of observation is
extremely limited, just like her father. She is unable to find
anything. We have a rather small house, and one time she couldn't
find Adrienne, who was standing in the middle of the kitchen.
Here are two more examples of her
air-headedness:
I was babysitting a 10 month old, who
was sleeping upstairs when Charden went down for her nap. The baby
went home while Charden was sleeping. About an hour after she woke
up, she asked, “Mommy, where's the baby?” I said, “He went
home.” She said, “Wow, I can't believe he is still up there
sleeping!” I said, “No Charden, he went home. Like I just told
you.”
Another time, we were waiting for a
pizza to be delivered and for our friends to come over. We were
outside on the front porch. The pizza came first. I took it inside. I
came back out and sat in a chair by the front door. Charden came up
to the front door, right next to me, and looked inside the screen
door. She asked into the house, “Mommy! What are you doing in
there?” Mm hmm.
All in all, Charden is a great kid. She
is just difficult to control. She has always been on the go, since
the first moment I felt her kick. She as a real soccer player while
in utero. Non stop. She was ready to come out too- ten weeks early.
In the NICU, the nurses were unable to keep a blanket on her because
she kicked and squirmed so much. She really is a miracle. And so
unique. Life without her would be just plain boring, and
unchallenging. I guess having a healthy dose of pink in my daily life
isn't so bad. Hopefully she will be able to apply her energy to
succeeding in life someday. Until then, it's all about the princess.
My Soccer Playing Princess
(Of course, her shin guards are pink, too).