I am quarantined in my bedroom, trying to keep you, Matteo and your Mom from catching the flu. I’m catching up on a lot of great TV, but it’s a little isolating. I think you and Matteo are a little confused about why I’m home so much during the week and why you can’t see me. Sorry, kiddo. When future-you reads this, let it be a reminder to get your flu shot!
Your have been operating on some polar extremes these past few weeks. You’ve found a way to act and talk very sweet (most of the time), and it’s manifested in your sudden obsession with ballet. You’re tip-toeing all over the house and showing some poise as you pretend to be Clara from The Nutcracker, which you saw when we were in Indiana. You invented an imaginary partner to dance with, who you’ve dubbed, “Ballet Boy.” Very intuitive.
You’ve also asked us on random occasion to hold hands and pray to God, mimicking your Papa Steve at Thanksgiving. I get my regular fix of praying in private and have embraced your curiosity, helping to recite some short, thankful prayers. We do have a lot to be thankful for.
Sometimes you don’t seem so appreciative. You’ve thrown some extreme tantrums and reached new volumes of screaming that only accelerate my inevitable deafness. Usually you’re upset about wanting to watch a movie or just tired. You’ve chosen to express a lot of your frustrations at Matteo, which is NOT OK. He will eventually reach your size, gain some coordination and get his turns, but while the competition is largely imbalanced I have a problem with it. In particular, you started pulling hair and scratching at his face. He looks like he’s been attacked by a cat. You are not a cat. You’re Eliza. And I know you’re doing a lot of growing and there’s a lot of new energy that has to go some place, but let’s work on channeling it differently, OK?
Here’s a prayer for you that’s a slight adjustment from the prayer I say with you and your brother at night:
“Dear God, thank you for our family and friends in Washington, Indiana and everywhere in between. Thank you for Amanda who is the best Mom ever. We pray that Eliza and Matteo become smart, healthy, happy people. [New addition to prayer:] And we pray that they find ways to manage their emotions without scratching or pulling hair because Santa is watching. Amen.”