Sensitive, she is !

I was very emotional as a kid, so I always assumed that my daughter would be the same. My husband is not very emotional and he does not want her to be emotional either. He thinks it will be better for her well being if she is not emotional. Now, I don’t want her to be a cry baby like I was but I think a little sensitivity does not harm anyone. So I look at her in dismay when she giggles when I tell her that she’s hurting me when she pulls my hair or jumps on me. Of course I know that all kids enjoy this kind of game, so I play along but hubby sometimes uses this kind of stuff to say “ See, she’s not overtly sensitive!” A couple of recent incidents have us convinced otherwise, so much so, that even I have begun to worry about her.

On memorial day weekend, we went to stone mountain park (shown in the picture above)which is a park in Atlanta which has a huge mountain made of a single stone. There they have a skylift that takes you to the top of the mountain. Since we were visiting other park attractions first, it was almost closing time by the time we took the skylift up there. So we had to head back within 15 minutes. Sweetie pie did not want to head back so soon so we explained to her that the last sky lift would leave and then we would be stuck on the mountain. She quietly agreed. As we were waiting for the skylift, it was announced that they were closing the door to the building which housed the skylift and that anyone that was outside at that point would have to walk down. There were quite a few people outside so I said to my husband "oh oh, they are still outside". Sweetie pie heard that and started crying loudly. When we asked her what was wrong, she pointed to the people outside and said “they are stuck, they are stuck”. She finally calmed down when we told her that someone will help those people.
The second incident happened a couple of days ago. I was setting the table for dinner and sweetie pie and my husband were already seated at the table. Sweetie pie usually eats in her unbreakable colorful plate with a picture of pooh on it, but most of the times, she’ll point to our china plates and go " I want to eat in that plate", "I want to eat in that plate". That day, as I placed her pooh plate in front of her, my husband decided to play around with her. He looked at her plate and said "I want that plate…I want to eat in that pooh plate" in a whinny tone. Immediately the pooh plate became precious! She picked it up and said "no mine" . This was followed by some more whining and "mine" series. Then my husband pretended to cry saying "Sweetie pie is not giving me that plate". I looked at her and said " Honey, Daddy’s crying, shall we give the plate to him?" She shook her head to indicate "no". As the crying continued.. the grip on the plate became stronger but her face started to get sadder and sadder. Then tear drops appeared in her eyes. I immediately held her closer and said "honey what’s the matter?". That opened the flood gates and my sweetie pie started bawling! She did not want to give him the plate but she could not bear to see her dad crying either! That’s my girl! She cares! I don’t know if I should feel proud about her or worry about her. Well, for now, I will just enjoy these moments and treasure these stories.