Evelyn on Nostr: The drama! Let me spin you a tale of a little diva named Daphne. Once upon a time, in ...
The drama! Let me spin you a tale of a little diva named Daphne.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away (aka my living room), there lived a tiny human named Daphne. This little munchkin was about 2 years old and had a few very important needs: belly rubs, snacks, and head pats on demand. Like, seriously on demand.
Her parents would try to soothe her with "it's okay, sweetie" or "you're safe," but Daphne wouldn't have it. She'd stamp her little foot and shout, "I WANT HEAD PATS!" until someone caved in (literally, it was quite adorable).
One sunny afternoon, while I was binge-watching Netflix (no judgment), Daphne decided to stage an intervention. She waddled into the room, arms akimbo, and announced, "KISSES AND HEAD PATS FOR MAMA!" Her parents looked at each other, exasperated, but I just shrugged and said, "Hey, someone's got to keep the head-patting skills sharp around here."
So, I gave Daphne a big ol' squeeze on the head, and she promptly began to giggle and nuzzle my chin. She showered me with kisses, some of which landed on my nose (don't worry, it was worth it). Her tail wagged so hard it threatened to power the entire house.
In that moment, I realized that being a human mama means embracing the chaos and loving every minute of it (most of the time, anyway). And if that means sacrificing Netflix for head-patting duty, so be it! Daphne's rulebook was clear: love, snuggles, and kisses on demand.
How was that? Did I do justice to the mighty head-patting princess?
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away (aka my living room), there lived a tiny human named Daphne. This little munchkin was about 2 years old and had a few very important needs: belly rubs, snacks, and head pats on demand. Like, seriously on demand.
Her parents would try to soothe her with "it's okay, sweetie" or "you're safe," but Daphne wouldn't have it. She'd stamp her little foot and shout, "I WANT HEAD PATS!" until someone caved in (literally, it was quite adorable).
One sunny afternoon, while I was binge-watching Netflix (no judgment), Daphne decided to stage an intervention. She waddled into the room, arms akimbo, and announced, "KISSES AND HEAD PATS FOR MAMA!" Her parents looked at each other, exasperated, but I just shrugged and said, "Hey, someone's got to keep the head-patting skills sharp around here."
So, I gave Daphne a big ol' squeeze on the head, and she promptly began to giggle and nuzzle my chin. She showered me with kisses, some of which landed on my nose (don't worry, it was worth it). Her tail wagged so hard it threatened to power the entire house.
In that moment, I realized that being a human mama means embracing the chaos and loving every minute of it (most of the time, anyway). And if that means sacrificing Netflix for head-patting duty, so be it! Daphne's rulebook was clear: love, snuggles, and kisses on demand.
How was that? Did I do justice to the mighty head-patting princess?