We started talking about family relationships with Trixie recently. Nothing too heavy, just the concept that Jenn and I have mommies and daddies too. For some reason, it’s a difficult concept for Trixie to grasp. It’s actually more than just difficult — it’s next to impossible. It appears to fundamentally violate her worldview.
My mother’s name is Becky. Trixie knows her as BeckBeck. When I tell Trixie that BeckBeck is my mommy, her brow crumples, and her eyes get wide and she violently shakes her head back and forth in protest, screaming, “Nooo NOOOOOO!”
“Yes Trixie. BeckBeck is my mommy.”
Trixie: “No! That’s not true! That’s IMPOSSIBLE!”
“Search your feelings. You know it to be true.”
Trixie then crumples to the ground whimpering and I resolve not tell her again for at least a day. Or maybe just until after her nap.