The Toddler Who Refused

Mommy Finger, Mommy Finger,
Where are you?
Here I am, here I am.
How do you do?”

Threse who is three, sings this song from Baby TV, over and over. She half-sings and half-cries herself to sleep because she is forced to; she doesn’t want to. It’s way past her bedtime, but she still wants to play.

I keep telling her, “Go to sleep!” but she devices ways to look and appear preoccupied with something. Threse sings more; then cries more – faking it, so I would relent and let her play.

But mothers know best…

Threse jumps up and down, up and down the bed – taxing the strength of each coiled spring inside the mattress.

“A-jumping, a-jumping…” she chants. I grip her by the wrist and haul her down almost too forcefully, to a lying position. Yet she manages to cling to my body and place her cheek on my shoulder.

“I love you, too, mama. I love you, too,” she mutters.

I had to give my scolding a rest.

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