From the Archives: It’s all about Expectations
Once again, daddy is dropping Noah off. And once again, Noah is managing the transition just fine.
Today, dad talked about Noah’s plans for the day, discussed on the way over. And then I could talk about what we were going to do today — making roads all over the floor with wide green painter’s tape, and putting up the little streetlights we made yesterday, so we can drive our cars all over. All part of our “transportation” theme for the month.
And Noah — obviously pre-directed by his skillful daddy — chats happily about what he will play with Tyler when Tyler arrives, and daddy gives Noah a cheerful hug…
…and there! Done!
Daddy’s gone, Noah’s here, without the slightest hiccup. Lovely.
Analyzing it in the kitchen a few minutes later, my daughter Emma put it nicely.
“It’s all about the parents’ expectations, isn’t it? The dads usually manage to convey, “I expect you to be happy, and I know you can do it!” But the moms are often saying, “I expect you to be sad… but please don’t!”
She’s very wise for sixteen, Emma.
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