tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136056672660705454.post3893776734638288066..comments2023-10-05T07:42:27.904-04:00Comments on I can't whistle: unexpected tendernessKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12533501052787233233noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136056672660705454.post-89811191322775079902015-03-30T15:23:12.419-04:002015-03-30T15:23:12.419-04:00Hey you - I'm so glad to read that you're ...Hey you - I'm so glad to read that you're safe and healthy and taking care of yourself. <br /><br />At the risk of offering something that turns out to be unwelcome ass-vice, from my own struggles to figure out and lay down boundaries, I have at times with L fallen back on some version of: you know, one of the jobs of the mommy is to really know when you are ready to do certain things; the mommy really knows and can tell when you are ready even if you don't know it yourself. A job of the mommy is to show you when you are ready and the mommy is not wrong about these things. <br /><br />This line of thought (plus liberal application of new stuffed animals as prizes) finally, at 7 years old, got L sleeping in his own bed all night.<br /><br />Change is so hard and so scary. I've also spent a lot of time reassuring and pointing to confidence. Even though we're not doing this, we still can do that, and I always love you, and you will make it through this change. Remember when you thought you would never do x and now you do it all the time, no problem? This will be the same one day soon.<br /><br />It's funny these online spaces, I sometimes miss writing, or the documenting, but mostly I miss the chance to be connected! Sending much love from the warm, sunny, early-spring-manifesting, pacific NW.<br /><br />xo<br />Eliz.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10513644976118476167noreply@blogger.com