Our five year old, Elaina Joy, is addicted to her Daddy. She dotes over him constantly. If he’s around, she’s by his side. It’s even hard to keep her in her own bed at night. She constantly tries to sneak ever so slowly and carefully into our bed so she can be by her Daddy. Last night when he got home from work and sat down, I watched her sit and kiss his cheek over and over again and tell him, ” I wuv you”. It really is the sweetest thing.
Yesterday Elaina wanted to call her Daddy. For the first time I let her dial the phone herself. She studied the numbers carefully as I told her which ones to push. I didn’t realize what an exciting and serious situation this was to her. What could be better than a constant lifeline to her Daddy? After she hung up, I went about doing some things in the kitchen. A few minutes later, she came walking through the kitchen talking on the phone. She had called her Daddy back. Altogether she called him three different times. I told her she needs to ask before she calls him because Daddy is busy and has work to do.
This morning I walked into my bedroom to find Elaina hiding while dialing the phone. She looked like she’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Her excuse through pouty lips: “I didn’t get to give Daddy a kiss goodbye.”