Ok, three year olds can't drive because they can't reach the gas pedal and see over the windshield simultaneously. But they also can't drive because of their atrocious judgement, as in this conversation between Politica and Curious Girl. The time: 9:00 last night. The place: our car, parked outside Aunt In Town's house, where Curious Girl and Wee Scot shared a babysitter while the grownups went out for dinner. As the conversation begins, I'm heading back into the house because I've forgotten my gloves.
Curious Girl: Mommy, let's go!
Politica: No, we need to wait for Mama
CG: No, we go! Mommy and CG, we go home by ourselves!
Politica has been out of town a lot this week: she spent four days visiting her father in a far-away hospital, she came home and had to teach her last evening class of the semester and then attend a meeting another night, and then she got sick and has had a lot of grading. As do I. Curious Girl misses Politica in particular and also generally misses the adult attention we have to give our students this time of year. And she is SO happy to see Politica that she wants to push me out, and not share her other mother with me. Three year olds can be so mean in their honesty. Take this conversation, held at the restaurant we went to immediately after picking up Politica from her visit to her father:
Curious Girl: which car are we taking home?
Me: the Saab
CG: I want Mommy and Curious Girl to go in one car. Mama can go in another car.
On the up side, yesterday at lunch, I had finished, and CG finished her meal, mostly, and wanted to sit on my lap to finish up. She said to me, "pick me up, please" and I reached around the corner to pull her up onto my lap. "Super Mama!" she said, and I laughed. So she said it again, and I smiled. "No, you have to laugh." so I laughed. And I said "Super Curious Girl!" and she laughed. And we took turns praising each other's superherohood and laughing.
I like being Super Mama more than I like being chopped liver. I know this is normal, I know she needs to push away sometimes. And I know I shouldn't take it personally. I know I should think "yay, my child is developing and growing." But I hate it when she pushes me away.