If a Boyfriend Acted Like My Daughter, I’d Get a Restraining Order
Oh love. It’s such a splendid thing. Except when it involves a one-year-old whose mouth is an explosion of teeth, and whose mind is really grasping the idea of object permanence.
I recall a time, from my more pathetic days, when I would lay in bed at night and pray that I would find someone in my life that wanted me around all the time. I would lament about how wonderful my life would be, if this person were happiest when I was present - yearning for nothing more in life other than me. Well God heard my prayer, and answered it, using a great sense of humor.
Now I had read something about this silly little phase called separation anxiety, but I was convinced that my very well adjusted, extremely social little girl wouldn’t be bothered with this stage of development. I read the Babycenter updates warning that separation anxiety can appear as early as 6 or 7 months, but “the crisis age for most babies peaks between 10 and 18 months.”
Interesting that the author of this article chose to use the word “crisis.” Crisis is a pretty strong word, used in times of things like famine, terrible natural disaster, and economic catastrophe. And toddler separation anxiety.
You see, when Ellie and I are in the same location, I must be in her view at all times. If not she screams. And then does the ASL sign for “more” – as in I want more of my mommy NOW. (She does it pretty emphatically with her tiny little hands.)
She also feels it is necessary to stand or sit as close to me as possible at all times that I am in her view. See Exhibit A. This photo was taken while I was trying to make dinner after I came home from work, and is representative of every night when I come home from work.
If I move a little to the left, she moves a little to the left. Any sudden location changes, and she screams.
Let’s say I have to do something foolish like, oh, I don’t know, go to the bathroom and actually sit on the toilet for more than 6 seconds. Guess who barges in to make sure I am not up to any funny business? Ellie.
And when she wakes up in the morning and I bring her in to bed to snuggle with me, she must, and I mean must, lay facing me, with her arms wrapped around my neck and our foreheads almost touching.
She also kisses me repeatedly in public, and has no problem with overt public displays of affection.
Which is the part that makes it all worth it. Those wet-open mouth kisses would have me calling the cops on anyone else.
But when it’s her, I feel like it’s all worth it.
Even though I really would love a few minutes of privacy in the bathroom.