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IT’S OK IF YOU NEED MEDS EVERY DAY!

Mental Health/ Chronic Illness positivity! I have this design available in Button and Sticker Forms too on my shop!!!

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You are so brave to be little around me.

I promise that I will never judge you for age-regressing ❤ Thank you for letting me be apart of this and showing me your little side.

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Oof. I've felt this before. But nightmares are just that, nightmares.

I would hate this

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be patient

even if you don’t have 50 pacifiers, 100 dolls and toys, 60 sippy cups, 20 cute sets of plates and spoons/forks, 30 doll houses etc

you are STILL VALID, you are still a good little, you are still doing your best

and if you don’t have the opportunity or money to buy everything, that’s okay, because slowly you’ll get there!!

your collection will get bigger and bigger!! it sucks now, but just keep a wishlist and work on it, you don’t have to own everything at the same time, you one day will have the cute things you want and need

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♡ some positivity

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Cglre is a healthy way to regress! Don’t let anyone try to convince you otherwise!

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Caregiver headspace

*Searching for bottles and sippy cups scattered around to make sure they’re clean

*Putting all the crayons back in the box, and putting bandaids on the broken ones

*Cutting up various foods into tiny pieces

*Getting songs from kid’s shows stuck in your head

*Giving stern looks, but being secretly amused inside

*Chasing down a little one for bathtime

*Giving pushes on the swing

*Stomping around and looking under blankets during hide-and-seek

*Walking by the toy aisle and feeling a desperate urge to spoil

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My Little showed me this movie.

Perfect Blue / パーフェクトブルー (1997)

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07/28/2019

"You can break."

Yesterday wasn't easy for Little One.

I'll start at the beginning. Yesterday, Little went with her sister as a plus one to a friend's wedding. She got herself a very pretty dress, Daddy had just painted her toes and her sister got her nails done. While she was done, Daddy needed to drop his son off to his bio mother. Afterwards, I came home and started cleaning the house (side note, both Daddy and Little are complete and total self-admitted slobs).

I was at it for a few hours, waiting for a phone call from work about staying over night on a job until Monday afternoon. Here and there receiving phone calls from little about the vast afternoon she was having. She was in fact having a good time, but somewhere towards the end things got tough.

She had a bit of a bank and forth with her sister about driving home, which then led to them fighting for the rest of the night and bleeding into today. When she got home, she wanted to see her friend who lives half an hour away, and I told her I'd drive her there and she didn't want me to. It was a bit of a back and forth between the two of us, which came full circle when she pouted and said that she's sick of everyone trying to ruin her fun. It dawned on me that she feels a bit controlled and suppressed in a way. Not be me or any specific person. Just life in general and the responsibilities she took on. Mind you, we both made quite a drastic change for one another.

After we got home, I wasn't in such a good mood after our argument. I became immediately dismissive and cold, as I stupidly have a tendency to do. She chased after me and asked me why I was mad at her, and I tried to explain that I wasn't but before I could, it finally came.

The levee had officially broken. Before I knew it my babygirl was in pieces in my arms. I brought her to the bedroom and she let it all go. She had been feeling tremendously pressured and feels as though everyone is mad at her (anyone reading this with even the slightest bit of anxiety knows what I'm talking about). She had the toughest last couple of days she can remember.

After grabbing me as if it were the last time and repeatedly apologizing to me, I rubbed her head and stripped her down. I brought her to the bathroom, drew the bath water and lit some candles for her. She continued to cry while I was prepping for her bath and I whispered in her ear.

"It's all going to be okay, Little One. You can break with me. Let it all go. Just know you're safe with me. I'll pick you back up and put you back together."

She asked for her strawberry bath bomb, which I'd never seen one before and she was delighted to be the one to show me. We laughed at it and I had asked her things like if she'd ever used one before, and which ones were her favorite. After some rhythm grew in the conversation, we talked about a few Little shops we could visit nearby and even talked about getting ourselves into a community of sorts where our love for what we do is common.

After bath time, we decided to have dinner and make plans with a friend of hers and to have Daddy help fix her car. We made Manwiches together and ate in our bedroom, which is normally not a thing but we figured one night wouldn't hurt. We watched our favorite show (The Office) together and looked at one another and smiled big every time Jim and Pam did Jim and Pam stuff. It wasn't long after that she fell out again. I tucked her in and kissed her forehead and laid next to her until I did the same.

Princess, if you're reading this, I mean it. You can fall and shatter, but I'm going to be right beside you to pick you back up, dust you off and encourage you to keep going.

#daddy #daddydom #ddlg #cgl #daddylittle #daddykitten #caregiver

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Baby Face (1933)