David is in his own room again (and Finally, I might add)
My husband is out running errands and I wanted to spend some time with David. In his room. Playing with David in his room.
I went into his room and sat on the bed. David took me by the hand, helped me up and escorted me back to the office.
I wasn't invited.
I thought that wouldn't happen until David reached adolescence. That's how it was with my daughter. The sign that said. " Keep out, this means YOU!" appeared on her bedroom door one day and I accepted the fact that my baby was getting older and she needed her space and privacy.
David keeps peering into the office to see if I'm ok. Yes, Son. I'm fine Thankyouverymuch. I'm just feeling a bit rejected right now. By a four year old, thankyouverymuch.
On the one hand, I am feeling slighted- I'm the Mom, the light of your world. What the heck, son? On the other hand, I'm glad that he can now communicate to me when he wants me in his world and space and when he doesn't. There was a time, not so long ago, where no one was ever invited into David's world. Well, maybe for the most primal of reasons-food. And that's still true. I was his best friend at dinner time.