Friday, January 22, 2010

She don't love me, she loves my ramon noodles

Ok ok if you are reading my blogs, you must first know I have an incredibly bizarre sense of humor, but it keeps me smiling, sorta sane, and I haven't killed anyone yet, so apparently it's working!

So back on the ramon noodle thing, or food rather, food is the way to connect with my little one. It is the one thing I provide that really matters to her. It is the one thing she cannot do without and does not like substitutions for.

Anyone can suffice for attention, love, conversations, etc...I am low man on the totem pole there, a tolerated presence rather than parent. I don't play the manipulation game so I am no fun, but it's the way it is, and so, I just deal with it.

But food now, there I have it. It's easy to confuse her concern for dinner and hugs and kisses associated with "wow she finally loves me", but alas, I learned a long time ago, it's not me, it's the noodles.

One of the funniest examples of this happened when I was very ill. I was sleeping on the couch and all afternoon Jaylin sat by me. My sister staying with me at the time said "Gosh Jessi, she loves you so much, she has sat by you all day making sure you are ok". To which my sweet little Jaylin replies...."yea I really don't know if she is gonna be able to make me dinner"

Enough said...

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