Life According to Kiera: Drama Mama

Written by Rowonna McNeely – Kiera tends to have a bit of a flair for the dramatic. Especially when she is over tired. I feel fairly confident that if she ever tries out for theater, she will be amazing.

A couple of nights ago, we had friends over. They have a 5-year-old boy. He and Kiera played well together. Oh, there was the occasional squabble or pouting from one or the other, but for the most part, they were great.

Saturday night, both of them were tired and had been playing for a good portion of the day. At one point, they were both playing outside, when Kiera stalked off towards the house. I quickly followed her inside.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“He just wants to play video games!” She exclaimed fiercely.

“Honey, he is a boy. A lot of boys like playing video games.” I said as I rubbed her arms, trying to calm her down.

She took a deep breath, backing out of my grasp. “He just doesn’t care about me!” She bellowed before stalking out of the living room and heading to her bedroom. Deciding to give her a few minutes to cool off, I went back outside to check on everyone else and to process my new role as a relationship expert.

A short time later, they were back on the mend and playing together again.

Not to worry though. It wasn’t long before I was again testing my new role.

I walked into the living room just as an argument began.

“What is going on?” I asked as they both pushed their selves off the couch and folded their arms in the infamous ‘I’m’mad-at-you” pose. They began to stalk off in separate directions.

“Woah! Come back here.” I said in the standard don’t-mess-with-me Mom voice.

They both turned to face me, arms still crossed against their chests.

“Now. What is going on?” I gently asked.

Immediately, they both began explaining. “He just wants to play video games!” Kiera yelled.

“She hid the remote!” He yelled at the same time.

“Stop!” I commanded before their little tempers could flare more.

“Kiera did you hide the remote?” I asked.

“Yes. But I was getting it!” She explained.

“Ok. Let’s not hide the remote anymore. Y’all are both tired… how about we go pick out a movie for y’all to watch together?” I asked, trying to calm the waters.

They both grudgingly agreed and shuffled into Kiera’s room to pick out a movie. Within a few moments, I was dismissed as they both assured me they were able to pick out a movie and they would be “fine.”

But, my top dramatic moment from Kiera, happened several nights ago. Aaron and I were putting her to bed. She had stayed up late the past few nights and between sobs, she explained to us how she was not tired.

I tucked her in as Aaron closed her closet.

“Ow!!” Aaron yelled. There was a brief moment of unintelligible words as he turned his back to us.

Kiera briefly stopped crying. “What happened?” I asked.

I watched as his shoulders rose and fell as he took a couple of deep breaths. Turning back to face us, he said, “The door got caught and I slammed my finger in it when I was trying to close it.”

I scrunched up my face, imagining how his finger must be hurting. Kiera, on the other hand, had an entirely different reaction.

“I’m sorry!” She began wailing.

“Kiera!” I stated shortly, trying to break her out of her tears before she got too wound up.  “Stop crying. Why are you even crying?”

“Because.” She said on a whimper and finished on a wail. “Because I made Daddy smash his fingers in my closet door.”

Sighing, I pulled the cover back up and over her. “You are tired. Stop being dramatic.” I replied.

There was another sob, before she responded vehemently. “I’m not being dramatic! I’m just a girl who accidentally made her closet door slam her Dad’s fingers.”

Broadway, here we come.

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