Zardoz permits you to speak
You know what sucks? You, as an adult, know what you're getting into, you go into it willingly. You dive in, allow yourself to fully attach all the while knowing it is their job to detach... and sure enough, blammo, they head off in the other direction.
I just love that she can turn on her own musical fish. How sweet is that. I just hope the musical fish don't play Molly Hatchet.
Yes, fish, you will fuck up. As a father.
It's called being human.
But hard as it was, that wasn't what you did here. Hard as it was, she NEEDS to know that her father is not always her answer, nor needs to be; sometimes, she can find her own answers.
Bittersweet is the best it can be called, certainly.
But how much sadder would it be if she never learns to turn on her musical fish for herself?
....and for the record, I'm not certain I know how to turn on my own damn musical fish, even at this late date.
What a sad, sweet post, fish. Bittersweet, like BP said, is right.
Now you have me thinking of onesies and chubby legs and nuut-nuuts (BK's name for pacifiers) and how I took them all away for fear that he would be in college needing his nuut-nuuts! lol.
Again, nice, sweet post. Now, I'm sad.
You, as an adult, know what you're getting into, you go into it willingly.
Doubly in this case as as there was a big gap before the third and we really knew how it was going to play out. You pray there are enough highs to compensate.
BP, the real kick in the crotch in these situations is that I had to "fail" her to do the right thing. Bittersweet without the sweet. She will see many more failures along the way and some of them, like that night, will be inflicted intentionally. Those suck the most.
Thanks BG. Not so easy to write, but it helped with a little bit of lingering melancholy.
Ohhhh, the things Brando and I have to look forward to.
I wonder, is it any reassurance whatsoever that she won't remember it in another week, another month? That all that will be left is the necessary knowledge of how to comfort herself?
Fish, you didn't fail at all. You taught a valuable lesson in independence. I'm sure sitting on those steps was agonizing, but if you don't teach those lessons early, you'll be flirtin' with disaster later.
She will see many more failures along the way
You doing the whitefish dance... 
Sorry, I needed to add some levity or we'll all be sobbing that we're not being awakened in the wee hours by little babes.
is it any reassurance whatsoever that she won't remember it in another week, another month?
TLB, she doesn't even remember the next morning. I got greeted with nothing but smiles. This is all my internal struggling at 2am, and my marking the end of a stage (for the last time).
Fish, you didn't fail at all. You taught a valuable lesson in independence.
Yeah, we get that, a 1.5 year old, not so much. I find her analyses of Spinoza a bit lacking too.
You doing the whitefish dance...
That will be nothing but a pure, unadulterated act of revenge at her wedding.
Why is fish pretending to be atrios? Verily, we are confused.
Having two younger siblings who I still tend to treat as almost my own kids (ie. yelling and having things thrown at me), I remember when the rest of us could finally sleep through the night. The change in routine was surprisingly difficult to get over, both times.
Parenthood, in my limited experience, is about growing up yourself, too. The staggering weight of responsibility can also be your badge. Just be willing to give up a bit at a time, and you won't be failing at anything: just teaching one lesson at a time.
And I'm certain that the Drs. Fish are up to the task.
That it was hard for you means you did it for the right reasons. I've watched my kids struggle with change and frustration and all the rest of it, and always considered it part of my job as a parent to help them learn to live with that.
Telling her to shut the hell up would have been wrong. Letting her learn to quiet herself, while being there to protect her even if she didn't know you were, that's what it is is to be a good parent.
Telling her to shut the hell up would have been wrong.
Why?
lol.
OK, I think snag and BG switched personas there for a minute.l..
Blue Snag.
but behavioral psychologists can fuck off when my daughter wakes up in a panic in the middle of the night.
Wonderful, Dr. Fish. Did they teach that to you at your second rate medical school?
Jerkhole.
So you feberized her. Big deal?
My mother didn't feberize me and there is something that a few folks know about AG, that she wishes they didn't. You know what though, I am OK. UC might have issue with it, but I am OK and still an adult. I still have a job. I am still loved. I am capable of being loved. And my ema and papa didn't rip it away from me. They didn't teach me disappointment.
Instead I learned that all on my own the first time I had my heart broken. Jerk off.
I don't want to be a creep, but I would argue that sometimes -- let them have it. No child shows up for kindergarten in diapers. No child should be without security in a world filled with hate. My Bubie always said to let us have what we want because the rest of the world won't. So, let her have her way for now. It won't kill her. Despite what everyone says!
Just saying and not trying to cause a problem.
Can we make out now?
wah! I am crying a little into my oatmeal.
That is because you are eating oatmeal.
No, it's because Big Oatmeal injects a tear agent so you can't see their full agenda.
I guess I am coming form the Brando, Sr., school of parenting, where as long as you feed, change, and educate your child, you can keep them in a pickle barrel the rest of the time.
Although I admit that was an experience I did not relish.
I am sure it was big enough to feel like a nice condimentium.
I can never ketchup to these comment threads.
It's bun a long day, and these things seem to get too chili.
You mustard made some bad decisions to get treated that way.
Don't sauce me, Snag. You'll just cheese me off.
Seriously, what's your dill?
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