Sometimes it just blows my mind noticing the little things I do that the girls copy. But yesterday, a more apt description was that it had me nearly in tears, and definitely Kiera.
I always throw my rubber band on my wrist. You will rarely see me without one, especially now with my hair shorter.
At naptime yesterday afternoon, Kiera had a ponytail in. When I got her up for dinner (late nap) she no longer had one. She started fussing, and held up her hand, presenting me with her band tight around her wrist. I got that it off as fast as I could, but her feelings were involved in the tears - she was heartbroken that the band hurt her. And my heart was broken that she was trying to be good (not losing her band) and it hurt her.
It was all kinda weird. Her hand wasn't blue or anything, but the mark stayed around for several hours. I would have taken a picture, but I don't want to get investigated for rubber banding my children and locking them in the closet or anything crazy like that. I gave her one of mine and showed her how they are much bigger than hers; I let her wear it for the evening. Hopefully she understood, and I hope she doesn't try anything else during naptime- it actually makes me nauseous to think of it. More than usual anyway.
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