Mama Mia Gia!
This youngest girl child of mine cracks me up some days...well OK, most days! Gianna Marie is this wild, beautiful, messy, squeaky little wisp of a thing. She desperately wants to be a girly girl all neat and perfect. But despite her best efforts, her hair is always a little bit messy and her clothes are always a little bit rumpled. Her squeaky little voice sounds a bit like a chipmunk that smokes a pack a day. But if you look into her big beautiful green eyes, you will see that little glimmer, that little spark that hints of mischief and intelligence. She is one smart cookie with a mind of her own. She has known all of her letters and their sounds since she was 18 months old. She knows her numbers, her colors and her shapes, not to mention all of the words to several High School Musical songs. But she adamantly refuses to use the potty! She just doesn't feel like it. She is also physically attached to her Lamby. Lamby was a beautiful snow white blanky/stuffed animal. Lamby is now a sort of mottled gray color, despite being washed and often bleached several times a week. But Lamby's shortcomings in appearance are more than made up for by the comfort that Gianna gets by dragging him around, thumb in mouth. She is a momma's girl. She throws a fit if I leave her at home with a sitter, even if it's her Dad or her beloved Sissy.
Today, Miss Gianna took a huge leap forward. Once a month after Mass we stay for Generations of Faith sessions. This is a faith formation for the whole family. Normally I am one of the teachers for the little kids groups, but this month because of Vacation Bible School (which I also teach) I actually got to attend the session. I always try to get Gianna to join the preschool class, but she always refuses crying and clinging to me. It's not worth the fight, so she usually just hangs out with me while I teach. Today, however, things started to change. During the luncheon that begins the session, she got up from our table and joined the ladies at the table behind us. I could her just talking away to my friend Becky. Darlene, who is one of the preschool teachers, jokingly said, "Until today I didn't think that she could really talk! Now I can't get her to stop! She's a regular Chatty Cathy!" Gianna just kept chattering away, I heard her telling them about swimming the day before as well as different stories about her imaginary friend, Therese. She was happily eating her lunch, which is a rare thing, so I went about my own thing eating lunch and helping the other kids. All of a sudden I heard the ladies erupt in laughter at something that Gianna said. She said, "Mommy is the boss of us, but she is NOT the boss of the cross!" I'm not sure where that came from exactly, but it is definitely true! At least some of things that I've been telling her for the past three years have sunk in! And the biggest shock of the day...she went AND stayed for the entire preschool session! She loved it. I am hoping that this means that she will continue to participate. She told me that she will because now she is a big girl. She is definitely growing up. I only hope that she doesn't do it too fast.
posted by Unknown @ 4:08 PM
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Oh my gosh!!! Too cute. Maybe now she'll want to do the potty thing. :)
I doubt it!
Love it! What a precious story. I think we've got a little Gia on our hands around here. I'm sure I'll be coming to you for tips as she gets older! The potty thing is a tough one, from what I hear. They really have to decide they want to. I guess it's just ONE thing moms can't control.
Oh Erika, I am ALL about not pushing the potty issue. Both Isaac and hannah pretty much potty trained themselves when they were a little over three. They decided that they wanted to and just did it. It's soooo not worth the fighting. Even if I am the boss of the kids I can't figure out how to be the boss of their bladders!
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