Lately, Princess has been very bothered by the idea that she will have to leave us one day.
"But I never want to leave," she says tearfully, clutching a hot dog. "I love it here."
"Honey, you don't have to worry about that for a long time," I say.
"But what will you do without me, Mommy?" she says. "I don't want my own house. I want to stay here with you and Daddy."
"You won't always feel that way," I say. "Someday, you might want your own house."
"No," she says positively.
"What if you get married?" I ask. "You and your husband and your children will want your own house."
"Married?" she asks. "I could get married?"
"Not for a long, long time," I say. "But someday, you might want to."
"I think Calvin will be my husband," she says.
"Who's Calvin?" I ask.
"Calvin and I can live in a house together, and you can visit us, Mommy," she says. (Only she says "bisit" instead of "visit," because she's four.)
"Who is Calvin?" I repeat, a bit more forcefully.
"And when Calvin and I have our children, we'll come visit you," she continues. "Don't get rid of my bed, okay, so I have a place to sleep when I come to visit."
"Okay," I say, my voice now shaking a little. "I hope you'll come and visit all the time."
"Don't worry about it, Mommy," she says. "Calvin and I won't let you be old and all alone."
"Thank you, sweetheart," I say tearfully.
I feel good about my parenting. I'm going to bed.
My Parents’ Garden Of Eden - “Found this in an old shoe box at my dad’s. It’s my parents. 1990.” (via source)
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