Thursday, October 28, 2010
Who Do You Love More?
Cayna: Mom, who do you love more? Me? Or a toaster?
Cayna: Who do you love more? Me? Or your friends at Church?
Cayna: Who do you love more? Me? Or Daddy?
It can go on and on. And at bedtime she wants to play "I Love You More Than You Love Me." And I reply, "No you don't!" She can't win that one. She doesn't get it yet, but I'll explain it to her after she has a child - of course by then she'll have already have "gotten" it.
My prayer for Cayna is that in all her complicated thinking, she will know God's love, live it, and love others. The hint of insecurity that she has makes me nervous and confident at the same time. Nervous because I don't want her to go through life thinking she isn't loved. Confident because in her search, I know there is plenty of love to be found.
Meanwhile, this morning, she was mad at me at breakfast for not getting a bowl for her. The slightest things can set her off. She said, "I wish Daddy was here!" I answered, "I do too. I could use the help." So then she said, "I wish today was your Mom's Day Out!" I answered, "You're in luck. It's this Saturday. I can't wait."
She was appalled. "WHAT? You like to be away from your kids?"
I refrained from exclaiming "GOD YES!" and replied simply, "Yes."
"You have fun without us?"
"Cayna, don't you have fun when you're at your friends' houses and I'm not there?"
"Who do you love more? Us? Or being away from us?" (Never mind that "being away from us" is not a "who" it's a "what"...)
"Cayna, you are my family and I love you more than ANYTHING, especially toasters. But I do have fun when I do other things."
I have no idea how this realization rests in her brain - but it was good for her to hear.