This morning we were discussing dreams. Mine were nightmares about purple praying mantis' and Melia trying to eat one and having it bite her tongue- you can see why I needed to talk that out... But Melia began to tell me about hers:
Melia: "Mommy, remember that girl... oh wait. I'll need my photo book for this one." (runs and gets photo album and shows me a picture from preschool) "Remember this girl? I just don't understand why she liked all the other kids but not me. Everyday I'd ask her to play with me, and everyone else would, but she always said no."
I found this fascinating that she was putting into words what she wouldn't talk about three years ago. We knew this was a problem because the teacher told us about it, but Melia never would really articulate that her feelings were being hurt by this snubbing and bossing (she was also bossy about who could play with who). Interesting. So just because they don't mention it at the time doesn't mean they don't feel it inside.
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Saturday, the girls were instructed to clean up their room because it had been a disaster for days. And I really mean it by disaster. Long story short, things did not go well because of arguing, tattling, etc... So finding myself nearly in tears, Gabe and I entered the room with two garbage bags and a storage bin, and cleaned up for them. Half a bag of trash, one bag of "donate" items, and one bin later, we'd removed all but the very minimum of their toys.
What was astounding was the lack of tears! They even continued to bring us toys that they found hiding! At one point I just said to Melia, "Why don't you just keep that one?" because I was tired of digging out the bin over and over. But she says, "But I can't have it until I show you that I can keep my clothes picked up. Then I can play with it again." Well, ok then. I'll just drag that bin out again. How can I argue with my own logic? :-)
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