I was looking for some inspiration and stumbled upon Mama Kat and she had this writers prompt posted:
What does your child do that reminds you most of yourself? How does it make you feel?
and it got me thinking...
Okay - so let me start on my first date with my hubby. Weird place to begin when talking about what my daughter does, but bear with me for a second...
We spent the night talking and talking, and although we started out at a bar and even went with some people to a dance club, we spent most of the night nursing two beers each, talking. I knew he was "different" - we really got to know each other that night and Mike described me that night as "excitable" and seriously, there is no better word to describe me. It amazed me that a guy I literally just met had me labeled so quickly and accurately. And yes, if you know me in real life, you know that I am what you would call...excitable. My emotions take over me sometimes - I become very err-passionate about many things - and I typically react quickly to these feelings. Sometimes this is a great thing, and other times, not so much.
So anyway, my daughter...she seems to have inherited this gene of mine. It may just be the whole toddler-thing where she understands so much more than she can communicate or it's just her mommy in her - but she can be quite excitable. And like her mommy, it can be wonderful and umm not so wonderful.
When she is excited, like this morning when Sesame Street came on, she's ridiculously excited - literally jumping around the living room, laughing at herself and falling over with glee. Running from the TV to the couch and back again like this is the best thing in the world. It's adorable and hilarious to watch.
Then there's the times when she doesn't get what she wants - like when Mr. Softee comes to the park (and she's already had ice cream that day) and she literally runs to the truck and throws a FIT when I don't get her a cone. I was that mom who had to man-handle my kid into her stroller while she was raging and push her out of the park. She was literally overcome with emotion and wanted that ice cream so bad.
So yes this excitable gene seems to have passed on to another generation (my dad has it too) and I'm hoping she is able to control it better than I can...
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