I nearly forgot. Flying home from Albuquerque, poor Changa was not so happy about the plane.
Changa: I no want to go on airplane. It fall down. (Said in ABQ on ramp)
Me: No it won't, we'll go home back our house, just like we came to ABQ
Changa: We going to DIE. (As plane took off.)
Me: We'll be totally OK Changa, remember C is a pilot (our good friend, he flies every day, then he comes home)
poor Changa: I no want to be in air. (once we were)
hopeful Changa: Our airplane is in the sky like Tinkerbell.
concerned Changa: Don't fall in the water (said to airplane)
As you know, the end of the story is, we got home. Changa was fine once we got going. This is the first time I've heard her articulate her fears so deeply, poor pumpkin! I just kept reassuring her our friend C is a pilot and always comes home, which she knows, that seemed to help the most.
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What in the world is going on with our kids? Why the sudden certainty that our planes will fall down?
Luckily, Chebbles hasn't said anything about our Boston trip... yet.
ohhh, so sweet and sad!
there is something about the months surrounding turning 3 that pushes the FEAR button in kids. G was deathly afraid of the hot water heater and furnace (which he had previously loved) for a year. R has a host of recent new fears. the word "scary" seems to come out around now, too. it's interesting on an academic level to sit back and watch the exploration of fear, but heartbreaking and frustrating to have to parent through it!
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