I tell Mommy
I don’t get what I want and I reply with “I tell Mommy”. Loud cries and many tears, as I stomp away to Mom. She must fix this. She must.
“Show you”, I say as Mommy grabs my finger and follows me. I make sure she is with me all the way, as I proceed to show her what and who has made me upset. Does Mommy fix it? She mostly does. She sure does her best to make me happy. To stop my crying.
Am I manipulative? The adults say so but I don’t agree with them. I am just doing the only thing I can to make my world okay. I cannot talk (properly) yet. I do not have the bargaining skills my older brothers have. I do have a Mom and I hope and trust that she can fix. Fix it all.
Sometimes my Mom is the one involved of course and then I have Ouma who knows how to fix.