S has taken to waking up between 5:00 am and 6:00 am. I’ve been putting her back to bed (I try to discourage this early waking by insisting they stay in bed until 7:00). She woke up this morning at 6:15. She said she wanted a new pacifier. I got her one. A few minutes later, she came out of her room again. She needed me to sing her a song. The third time I heard the door open, I met her at her door. She was holding her little pointer finger up at me,
“Mama, I have a … a …. Mama I have a …” She stuttered.
“You have a owie?” I finish for her. It’s not uncommon for the girls to have unexplained owies just to get attention for them, so I don’t even bat an eye. I take her little hand in mine and plant a big kiss on the tip of her finger, careful to cover a great portion of it, because I know if I miss the part that she thinks is hurt, I’ll just have to kiss it again.
S’s stutter disappears and she insists clearly, “Mama, I have a bugar!”
Said bugar was never found. I’m just praying, like many of her owies, this bugar was also imaginary …
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