We were playing Candy Land with the whole family - there were like 5 of us. Occasionally we stack the deck when we play with just us three, so that the game goes a bit faster and we don't hit any set-backs. Maybe this isn't the best parenting idea, but shhh we do this. Brielle sometimes wins and sometimes loses.
We've played Candy Land hundreds of times, but this time was different. I don't know if it was because there were other people besides Grant and I or if we didn't stack the deck, but I was on the edge of my seat worried about Brielle. She was in second place and getting closer and closer to the Candy Castle. I was so fearful she would get a card that would take her back to the beginning. I didn't want to see her disappointed. I didn't want to see her feelings hurt. I didn't want to see her embarrassed. I wanted to see her do well and succeed! I wanted her to reach the Candy Castle!
This moment struck me as fitting, worrisome, and hysterical all at the same time. It was fitting because I'm sure all moms have that feeling of wanting their child to succeed (at anything and everything). I probably take failure harder than she does. It was worrisome because I can't imagine what a mess I will be when she is doing something super important. I mean at this point (4 year old world) Candy Land is pretty big, but how worried will I be when she is doing something of great importance? It was also hysterical because I was actually saying silent prayers that she wouldn't fail....that she wouldn't draw a bad card....that she would make it to the Candy Castle. Really the Candy Castle? I was saying prayers that she would get to the Candy Castle? Bwahahahaha!
Who knew Candy Land could be so deep? Not me!