We had a really great, active day today. After breakfast we took a long walk to a huge park here in town and spent the whole morning at two different playgrounds. Then in the afternoon we went outside and got our backyard garden ready for planting in a couple weeks. Lots of raking, digging, etc. My son has his own toddler-sized rake and gardening tools so he can help with everything. BUT, we wouldn’t let him dig in the garden box while my husband was pouring new soil into it (he did get to smooth out the soil after it was all done). After the backyard, we came inside to watch Ponyo together.
So right now I’m on the couch listening as my husband puts our son to bed. And I heard him ask, did you have a good day today? My son’s answer was no, because he really wanted to dig in the box and he felt sad about that. I’m grateful that he’s so expressive and specific about his feelings, but feeling defeated about what sticks with him despite our best efforts at a fun family day.
Feeling kinda vulnerable, will probably delete this later.