There are times in life when a person is more themselves than other times. Cryptic statement, right? I’ve been thinking about how my daughter and I act together. We are silly, teasing, bugging, cuddly at times, helpful, and basically we are ourselves.
There have been times in my life when I would not have been able to be this particular version of myself. I would not have felt comfortable play wrestling with her or giving her a dirty look that she is very secure in knowing is completely teasing. I know that I can wrestle with her and play fist fight with her without thinking that someone my criticize me for this. When she woke up from her nap yesterday, she grabbled ahold of me and told me to finish her nap with her. We cuddled for a bit and then I asked if she wanted to help me work on my furniture. She hopped out of bed like she had been hoping I would ask her to help with his for days.
I love that I can tease her and be secure that she knows I am teasing. I can argue with her and she knows that I still love her. I sometimes have to get on to her or disappoint her, but she knows that I love her. I am very pleased that I get to have such an honest and open relationship with my daughter. There were times in my life that I know that she would not know the real me. I’m glad that she does get to know the real me.
We spent a lot of time picking up and “cleaning” the house this weekend. Guiding her to be better at this than I am is difficult for me. I’m trying to turn a leaf. We’re getting ready to create my space. It will be the first time in approximately 8 years that I have had a space of my own. (hence working on furniture) I am ecstatic. It is going to be my own soothing color, organized how I like with space for ME. I’m looking forward to having space for my own stuff and having the opportunity to purge unneeded stuff and just have space for me.