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Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Balloon TraumaI know that posts are supposed to stand alone. My brother told me so. He knows everything about anything so I believe him. This time however, I need to refer to my post on Birthdays. Forgive me Johny Lingo... oh, and how is Mahana?
My hubby and I decided to get the five year old some balloons for her birthday party (five to be exact, because she was turning five! I am so clever!) The two year old however loves balloons, so hubby thought that he should get her one balloon as well, in her favorite color, yellow.
Hubby first brought in the balloons for the birthday girl. She was very excited, yet the two year old looked sad. We were glad that Daddy had a balloon waiting outside for her. As he told the two year old that he had a surprise for her as well, her face lit up, only to look sad again as she saw that she only had one balloon. Her expression said something like "oh so you love HER more than ME?" Eventually, as she realized that she was not getting more balloons, the yellow one became her new best friend. The thing went everywhere with her.
The little one decided to go outside with Daddy to hang up the pinata for the party later on. Of course, the balloon had to go out with her, so I tied it to a stuffed animal to keep it from flying away. As Daddy was busy fighting with the tree, the little one went unnoticed for a few minutes. My poor husband turned around just in time to see a bright yellow balloon flying off into the wind. Her face, one of utter shock and amazement, quickly turned to extreme sadness and tears began to fall. She cried for Daddy to save the balloon (which by this time was a small spec in the sky), and when she realized that Daddy was not going to reach up there and pluck it out of the blue, sat down in the dirt and cried. This was the cry of a child who had just lost a best friend, and Daddy would do nothing. It didn't matter to her that he could not fly up there and fix her every woe, what mattered was that her friend was gone.
I was tempted to immediately run out and buy another bright yellow balloon for fifty cents. It would have made me look like a super hero. We chose instead to teach the poor little girl about balloons. This morning, a day later, she is still asking me to fly up into the sky and get her "boon", only to cry again when I tell her that I can't. Yes little one, Mommy and Daddy are not perfect, we can't fly.
