Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Rejection and redemption

this kid, this kid, originally uploaded by toyfoto.

Poor Jed. Whenever he arrives to pick up the children at the sitter's house Silas runs away screaming.

He doesn't want to leave.

Ordinarily, this wouldn't really be a problem. Ordinarily I would convince Jed that it's merely a testament of how well the kids are being cared for and how much fun they are having in our absence. Everyone knows how hard it is to change from one activity to another when you're still enjoying yourself.

But the same thing doesn't happen to my father when it's his turn to pick up the kids. When he arrives (usually early, too) the kids drop everything and practically claw each other to pieces trying to be the first to get into his arms.

Jed = Crushed.

"It's me. He hates me."

“He doesn't hate you. He just has some mad crush on papa."

So this morning, when the boy wanted nothing to do with his mama, and everything to do with his "DADA," I reminded him to savor the moment.

"See, he loves you. You just have to take it when you can get it."


Redneck Mommy said...

He's so big now!!! I can't get over how cute he is.

And tell Jed not to sweat it. Bug was the same way for a while. And then the world shifted and daddy became the light of Bug's world.

Which totally pissed me off.


Anonymous said...

I wonder if the fact that Jed is on the road for work as much as he is plays a part in this.
Even so Jed's time will come when Silas is ready to play ball or need his bike fixed...Silas will realize how helpful and fun he is to play with.

Later, Kcoz

toyfoto said...

I don't think the time he spends on the road is an issue. He's really not away that often. I think it has more to do with development. Annabel did the same thing when she was Silas' age. She even cried when I showed up to get her.

Cara said...

That is such a sweet photo. My oldest goes back an forth with me and my husband. For some crazy reason my father (their PopPop is always top dog, even next to me!)

kittenpie said...

They are such fickle creatures. I staryted takuing my comfort in the fact that she'd come back around.