You can learn so much about human nature from observing little kids as they begin to make their way in the world. This morning, Dulce taught me how people argue and why little things can carry so much weight for so long. It’s something I knew, anyway, but it’s amazing to see it brought to life on a little stage through my children.
Earlier, my husband was getting ready for work upstairs. Dulce was looking for her Bean, a blanket she’s carried around since she was wee. She wandered upstairs, in hopes of finding it. (Bean was being stealth washed and dried after an unfortunate accident involving urine. Being a stay at home mom is very glamorous.)
When Dulce arrived in our bedroom, my husband was getting his work clothes together.
“What are you doing up here?” he asked loudly, in an alarmed tone. You see, the iron was on and he was across the room, and the last thing anyone wants is an iron to the face. You can sense the danger. She ambles up, pulls a cord trying to get a better look, and BAM. Emergency room. No thanks.
You can see it. I can see it. My husband could see it. Dulce? Couldn’t see it.
She flies down the stairs, crying at the top of her lungs about the injustice of a world that won’t let her look for her Bean.