In our cozy kitchen, my daughter Lily, who is just three and a half, stands beside me while my partner, Jake, prepares dinner. Her little fists are clenched, and her expression mirrors a concentrated intensity. As I share my frustrations with Jake—about a misunderstanding, perhaps something that didn’t quite land in an email or during a frustrating grocery store encounter—Lily interrupts.
“Mommy! Mommy! If you don’t talk to me, I, I, I…” Her wide eyes reveal her urgency as she searches for a fitting consequence. “If you don’t talk to me, I won’t be alive anymore!” she exclaims.
Looking down at my spirited daughter in her “I Love New York” shirt, I see her determination. It’s a moment that feels all too familiar, where my own frustrations are mirrored in her intensity. The age difference is stark—one of us is nearly four, and the other is approaching 40.
Dressed in my nightgown at 5 p.m., feeling sweaty and worn out, I desperately crave just a few minutes to finish my thoughts. A hot bath would be heavenly, especially after my monthly ballet class. Perhaps I could also squeeze in some time to jot down ideas and unwind with an episode of a favorite show.
Scooping up Lily, I say, “Did you know that parents are people too?” Her gaze locks onto mine, reflecting her eagerness for connection. “Mommies are people. People who have children.”
I recall the lyrics to “Parents Are People” from the beloved childhood album, Free to Be You and Me.
“When Mommies were little,
They used to be girls,
Like some of you.
But then they grew.”
Suddenly, I’m transported back to my own childhood, sitting on the vibrant orange carpet of my room, surrounded by leotards and old textbooks. I can almost hear the nostalgic tunes of my youth—80s hits and the cherished songs of Free to Be You and Me.
I pull up the album on my device, wishing I had a record player to fully relish the sound quality. As we dance together, her small frame fitting perfectly in my arms, we sway in rhythm to the lyrics about the diverse roles of moms.
“Mommies are women,
Women with children,
Busy with children
And things that they do.”
As twilight descends and the city lights twinkle outside, we share this intimate moment, singing and swaying. Jake turns off the stove; dinner can wait.
“Remember this one?
Well, I don’t care if I’m pretty at all,
And I don’t care if you never get tall.
I like what I look like, and you’re nice small.
We don’t have to change at all.”
Lily once asked me why I cried during certain songs; she no longer does. She must have realized that parents possess a unique nostalgia—a space where they can reflect on their past while fully engaging with their children.
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In summary, teaching our children about boundaries is crucial. In our journey, moments of connection, like dancing and sharing experiences, can guide them to understand the balance between self and others.