Sometimes I realize that just because my priorities align with the adult world of how things should be done or what they are fore doesn't mean Truman has ideas that are any less valid or important.
This helps me create peace b looking at the effect of choices as they affect the whole family not just one member.
What am I really talking about?
Our second night with Keen Truman I got up to potty and gave Truman the task of holding the boppy.
When I returned he had claimed it as his nest and had no intention of giving it back ever.
Thinking its use value was so much more important to me than to him I took it back.
Screaming. Tears. Negotiations.
I finally just asked Joe to take him downstairs because Keen was waking up. Then as they headed downstairs I changed.
I grew suddenly and beautifully as a mother of two.
I realized that my need for the boppy in the short period of time Truman would be awake paled in comparison for his huge desire for it and the over arching need for peace as a family.
They came back up; I gave it to him; and know what happened?
Truman gave it back.
It seemed he had grow in the same way. We grew together as a family.
Then we built him a nest where he slept.
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