Leimamo’s Life

Last night, while I took a few minutes to seek refuge in my secret garden, known by others in my house as the bathroom I could hear Kamalani whimpering softly to herself so I took a few deep relaxing breaths before I immerged from my place of hiding to see what was wrong with her.

She was in the living room on the floor and she was sniffling and mumbling to herself. I asked her what was wrong and she started bawling. Through her tears and convulsive crying she said, “I miss the way things were when I was a baby in Hawaii. Why couldn’t you and papa raise me like a normal child? Why does everything have to change? I miss wearing pampers. Why can’t things be the same?” I didn’t know what led to this but I had to bite back my laugh because it was just too funny and too pathetic so I lifted her from the floor and sat her on my lap on the recliner and told her that I could only work with what I had and well, she’s not a normal child so it was almost impossible for me to raise her like a normal child. She nodded as if she knew what I was talking about and said that she wishes we were all like we were when she was a baby. She’s such a drama queen and because I’m a quick thinking granny, I started rocking her and then I sang her lullabyes. She sat up suddenly and said, “grams, I don’t wanna sleep.” I told her I knew that but I was only doing what I used to do when she was a baby back in Hawaii. She said, “oh”. Then I sorta gently pushed her head down onto my chest and continued rocking her and singing. That lasted for about 10 minutes at which time the drama queen fell asleep like a normal child.

I told hubby that one of these days she’s going to catch on to what I’m saying about her not being normal and she’s gonna get angry at me but until that day comes, I’m going to continue messing with her like this. heh