January 15, 2009
As of late, Berlyn has been acquiring obsessions. She goes crazy for a specific collection of objects around the house. If she doesn’t have her things my world gets very dark and ugly and not worth living until we find them. Right now, here are her obsessions:
her bunny blanket
her movie (she’s since moved on from Cinderella)
her red sparkle shoes
and the color purple, not the movie Oprah was in, but the actual color purple.
I can empathize with the girl, I NEED to watch the latest installment of The Bachelor, eat marshmallow cookies, and my a.m. cup of coffee. But am I making it worse for her by always giving into her whims? Should I put boundaries on her obsessions? I personally don’t always get to do what I want. I would love to sit around all day and watch a certain brainless television show where women humiliate themselves in hopes of tragically falling in love with a built-up idea of a man, who can never live up to the expectation she has created, but I can’t, partly because it’s only on Monday nights, but whatever. I know that I can’t always have what I want. It’s a life long lesson, but as a toddler, should I expect her to know that? What would I be accomplishing by setting limits on her movie watching or carrying around her bunny blanket? Would I just be pissing her off? The last thing I want is a pissed off Berlyn.
So, for now, I’ll grant her her sparkle shoes, even if they don’t match her outfit, because she has a long road ahead of her, filled with crap that sucks, and if sparkly shoes and a bunny blanket help her cope, then that’s just fine by me.