It was a big day in the Wood household yesterday … a certain 4-year-old kicked fear in the booty!
I’ll back up. Every Friday for the last several weeks, London gets full rein over her wardrobe, meaning she gets to wear whatever she wants. I leave the room and she emerges to surprise me with her choices. She’s so proud of her growing independence … afterall she IS four now (as of last Tuesday). Yesterday started as a typical Friday. When she came out I knew we had to document it. So, I suggested we go into her room and play. We opened the curtains and blinds (which we never do) so I’d have some good natural light. She looked out the window and said she felt like a princess in her castle. We played “princess,” we played with her new birthday Legos, she modeled her clothes for me, and then she found the box of Hello Kitty Bandaids …
Bandaids. My sweet girl has been terrified of Bandaids for two years. She’s only four, so that’s half of her life (I’m good at the math). She’s not afraid at the sight of them or to touch them, but she WILL NOT wear one. She had surgery when she was two and removing the surgical tape was worse for her than the surgery itself. Obviously, she has no memory of the surgery, but she does remember having to remove that dang tape over her incision. Even after soaking and using things that are supposed to help in the removal, I was sure we were going to tear her skin trying to get it off. So, she’s had a fear of Bandaids ever since.
That box of Bandaids has been in her drawer for two years. When we first discovered this fear, I bought them hoping that their cuteness would outweigh the fear … it didn’t. I tried talking her into them on several occasions. She wasn’t having any part of it. And so, they’ve sat … until yesterday! It started out innocently enough. She found the box and decided she wanted to put one one me. Sure. So, in yet another attempt to persuade her, I suggested she try one and we could be Bandaid twins. She said, “yeah, Bandaid twins,” and proceeded to unwrap another one for her. She bravely held out a finger and wrapped it around. I sat on there on the floor … floored! I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I told her how brave she was, and she said “I’m FOUR,” as she held up four fingers for emphasis. I guess that explains it … she really is big girl now. Well, then she couldn’t be stopped. She used up EVERY. LAST. ONE!
So, it was a big day in the Wood household yesterday … a certain 4-year-old kicked fear in the booty!