Raising The Girl Who Lights The Fuse
Glitter, chaos, and everything else
She’s only three, and I’ve already accepted that “cool, calm, and collected” isn’t in this kids vocabulary.
The Glitter-Bomb: My friends get you!
Me: Your friends are going to get me?
The Glitter-Bomb: YEAH!
Me: Why?!
The Glitter-Bomb: You yell my sis!
Me: No, she’s in trouble for not listening and being mean.
The Glitter-Bomb: (picks up her toy phone) yeah, get my mom!
Me: You’re telling your friends to get me?!
The Glitter-Bomb: YEAH!
She’s fiercely protective and funny as hell. Her personality is a mix of glitter and bombs.
Messy hair falling out of pigtails, one sock missing, shirt half twisted, and she’s squealing excitedly while she spins around the living room listening to the most obnoxious song ever created – Baby Shark.
The Glitter-Bomb doesn’t chill.
She is pure energy, chaos, and giggles.
I’ve already come to terms and accepted that she is the wild-child. Always laughing, dancing and making a mess.
She’s carefree and fearless. There isn’t anything that stops her from enjoying every moment of life.
She’s not the easiest to understand when it comes to talking, but her facial expressions are a clue to the mood.
A scowl when she’s mad at you or a mischievous tilt to her lips when she’s about to cause trouble.
4 years later and the chaos has only gotten bigger with her.
“Friendship is the hardest, the hardest, the hardest to break!” she sings as she dances back and forth across my room. There’s no music, just a show playing in the background but that doesn’t stop her from constant motion and noise.
Her toys are all over my room – on the bed, the floor, in the doorway. She’s learned to keep her clothes on but now the trail is toys.
While The Architect analyzes and plans, The Glitter-Bomb lights the fuse and watches the show.
There’s no rhyme or reason to what, why, or how she does things.
With all the energy flowing through her veins at high speeds, it makes it difficult for her to slow down and focus sometimes. In school she drifts off, staring into space or fidgeting with whatever she can get her hands on.
She’s a smart kid, but it requires one-on-one attention to help keep her in the right lane of traffic.
It’s easy for her to get bored and lose interest.
Her emotions tend to be an explosion.
Happy, excited, sad, angry – whatever it is, there’s no mistaking what she’s feeling.
She laughs loud and hard. But she also knows how to yell, scream and make it clear that she’s upset.
What could possibly upset such a happy little ball of chaos?
Rules.
Those are a suggestion in her world but when anyone tries to enforce them, be prepared for the bomb minus the glitter.
She craves social interactions. The lack of – or trouble with – friendships hurts her to the core.
“They don’t like me” and “I’m not part of the group” are worries she carries more than she should.
She requires consistent reminders that she’s loved and important, especially by me.
She’s my little side-kick.
With me everywhere I go and only willing to settle down when she’s reimbursed with cuddles and hugs.
I’ve learned to have a whole lot of patience thanks to The Glitter-Bomb.
I’ll do everything I can to help keep her on track and to remind her that even when some people don’t seem to get along with her, it doesn’t change her value or the fact that she’s loved. She’s always enough and deserves relationships that add to her love of life.
The Glitter-Bomb is always ready to light the fuse and whether the explosion is filled with glitter or not, I’ll always be next to her with the vacuum and the fire extinguisher.
Her world runs on fun, love, adventure and loud music.
I’ve learned that my job isn’t to calm the wild.
It’s to help her learn how to carry that spark through the world without letting anyone dim it.
This is…
3 Worlds, 1 MomMom✨