Momma's Girl

My poor little girl is having such a rough time right now.  I can't remember if I've mentioned this before but she's a total Momma's girl. I don't know when it happened but it has.  While being a very independent child (a little too independent if that can happen), she has this very fragile side that seems to fall apart and just need her Momma.  I don't know if it's a phase (I hope it is) because she can be like a kid on steroids.  I'm not sure if everyone gets that reference but when a kid gets diagnosed with cancer or has a bone marrow transplant, we put them on steroids for about a month or longer.  This causes the cute, innocent child to turn into (1) a complete monster or (2) an emotional wreck.  Most of the time it's a combination of the two.  Well Em has turned into an emotional girl.  She can cry at the drop of a hat.  And I mean cry. Like boo hoo wailing.  And all she wants is her Momma.  And as special as that makes me feel, sometimes it's a bit too much.

While I was away at my conference, I talked to her Thursday night (mind you I saw her Thursday morning) and she prompted to yell at me and tell me that I "had to come home right now."  I informed her that I'd be home on Saturday and off she went with her night.  Then Friday morning I get the dreaded phone call from the Hubs. All I can hear is Em cry talking.  You know what I mean...when you're crying and trying to talk at the same time and it makes absolutely no sense?  That's what I heard.  And all she wanted was me.  I told her I'd be home the next day and I asked if she wanted me to text her a picture of me.  She said yes, saw the picture, and all was right in the world.

So when I got home Saturday afternoon, you'd think she hadn't seen me in years.  I was so excited to see her and so glad that she could finally stop stressing over me not being around.  And to make it better, the Hubs took Noah to his first UF football game with his dad (it was some rite of passage thing) so I had the whole afternoon to just hang out with my girl. And I don't know who needed it more, Em or me.  We got home, snuggled up on the couch (in our matching boots and tights) and watched Alice in Wonderland.  Then it off to dinner for our very own date night.  All dressed up, looking cute, and where does she want to go?  Oh just the restaurant with the TVs, aka Buffalo Wild Wings.  Yep.  That's my daughter.  The one who wants to get all dolled up and go to a sports bar.  I just love it! My parents joined us for dinner and we had a great time.  Then it was off to Target to buy nail polish.  We got home, put on our jammies, and painted our toenails while watching TV.  Probably the most girliest thing I've done in a very long time but it was so much fun.  Em's now sporting green fingernails with confetti sparkles and ballerina pink toenails and I have hot pink/royal blue crackled toenails.

It must be hard being a 3 year old, and I'm not trying to sound sarcastic.  To not be in control of almost anything around you, to have your parents working full time, and to just want your Momma, plain and simple, has to be stressful.  My heart aches so much when she gets so upset and can't really express what's going on in that sweet head of hers.  But it's afternoons like this one that remind me that I was destined to be her Momma.  No matter how many times I wonder who thought I was mature enough to be a mother.  I wouldn't trade these moments for anything