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Fishing in style

She’s just so small.

Her hands still have their toddler pudge.

She says “grateful” when she means “great” but I think the two belong together so I never correct her.

She is quick to share, first to offer encouragement, she’s her brothers’ biggest fan.

She tries to do cartwheels and only gets partially upside-down, as if she’s mostly flinging her legs sideways over a puddle, but when she stands afterwards, she glows with pride.

She comes out of her room wearing her pink stripped slippers and filmy robe with the elastic that’s too tight around her forearms where the sleeves land since she’s outgrowing it but can’t let it go.

Can’t let it go.

How can I let her go, even for those few hours ?

She’s my sidekick.

My shadow.

My sweetie.

She’s too small to be so big.

But she’s ready. I know this. I’ve seen her. But letting her go feels like feeding her to the bears,

bears of cliques,

bears of rejection,

bears of politics in friendships,

and there are far worse bears in those woods that I don’t dare speak aloud.

I don’t send her alone, and I know this. Jesus walks alongside her. She knows this too.

But when that bus pulls away from our house on her first day of school, you’d better believe I’ll peal out of our driveway in the minivan, close on her heels, waving to her like a fool.


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Today my daughter has a well-child doctor appointment. She’s healthy, growing well. She finally eats more nutritious things so I think I can say with confidence we’re out of the phase when the only fruit or veggie she’d eat was applesauce and the occasional banana. I have no doubt that she’ll get a glowing report of her progress since her last well-child check up.

The problem is kindergarten.

Princess Teacup starts kindergarten next month.

Unless you’re a conscientious objector and fill out the correct forms, all kids must have their immunizations up to date in order to start kindergarten.

Immunizations mean shots.

There’s no “maybe” about it. I know for a fact that she’s due for them and that she’ll get the shots (probably four) today at the appointment.

When I mentioned it to her in passing two weeks ago — you know, just let her know the possibility of shots was out there for her as part of the milestone of starting kindergarten — she turned red and tears filled her eyes. She promptly ran to her room, hid under her covers and shouted, “I just want to be alone right now!”

You can see why I haven’t brought it up again.

Princess Teacup on bike

This has made me weigh different options in my mind. Princess Teacup has two older brothers, and in the past I’ve tried to keep them informed of what to expect, how to handle getting a shot, etc. with a lot of lead time so they could get used to the idea and we could talk about how to get through it.

That didn’t work so well.

The oldest specifically said he wished he hadn’t know about the shots until they were about to do them. This comes from a kid who tends to worry, so by the time the shots came, he had built up the event until it was a scheduled amputation rather than a round of immunizations.

I think I’ve tried to block it from my memory but if I try hard I can remember a couple nurses holding him down during that appointment.

Things with the second are a little foggy, but I’m pretty sure I told him about his appointment a few days before. I remember saying I wasn’t sure what was going to happen but shots were a possibility. I felt a little more comfortable with some fuzziness around the edges of truth on that one (I knew full well he was going to need shots) but not all the way willing to tell him he wasn’t going to get shots.

Princess Teacup is our last person to enter kindergarten. Will I lie and assure her she will not need shots as we enter the clinic? Will I soothe her with falsehood as we sit in the waiting room and watch the fish tank? Will I look her in the eye and feign shock when, during the appointment, the nurse or doctor informs us immunizations are necessary?

It’s a strong possibility.

One thing I’m totally sure of: there will be huge amounts of ice cream afterwards. I’ll bring her favorite stuffed animal to the doctor’s office so she’ll have it if she wants it. I’ll have suckers in my purse and she can play games on my phone all she wants.

Bribery? Guilt offering? Soothing my guilty conscience?


But I’m okay with that…for today.

Do you have any vivid memories of getting shots as a kid? If you have kids, how do they handle difficult doctor’s appointments? Concerning stressful events, do you think it is better for kids to have a lot of information ahead of time or not much, and why?

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My baby girl starts kindergarten this fall.

It’s crazy, loco, kookoo, , nuts-o, cray-cray.

She is totally ready and excited about it. She’s going to be in the new elementary building, which is a big deal around here.

She will have two big brothers to look out for her when she rides the bus…

or will she?

My husband and I have always told the kids we’re a team, that each person in our family is important, and that we need to look out for each other.

Will any of that come into play when they’re out on their own?

Will they create a bond, independent of us?

Will her big brothers include her, and not begrudgingly?

I want her to have a sense of belonging, of being a valued part of something important.

I want her to be comfortable in herself.

I know this is a big year for her, and I want her to have the security of belonging, but without compromising or changing herself to make it happen.

And it is even more important to me that she feels that she belongs in our family. We should be that safe place, that welcoming, warm, guard-down kind of place where she can be grumpy, scared, sad or goofy without fear of mocking or rejection.

Our home is supposed to be an accepting place for others — we’ve talked about how to be a good host.

My hope is that we’ve translated that into being accepting of our own family as well.


crafts (Photo credit: Margarida Sardo)

???? What kind of atmosphere are you cultivating in your home? What made you feel like you belonged when you were a child? ????


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