While she was sleeping last night I dragged out her suitcase of dolls and arranged them in a scene along with some other toys in her former favorite play area. What we would normally view as major clutter in our dining room. The idea was that she would wake up, see this, and begin playing with her long lost friends. It worked! She didn’t mention her shows and she was thrilled to be back in their world. And I was so thrilled that I left the mess just as she wanted it when we left to bring her to school.
When we got home it was the first thing she went to and their were no manipulative pleas for her shows or NETFLIX.
Tonight before I put her to be she asked if she could go to Pixie Hollow and fly with the fairies. “Sure. When you go to bed tonight close your eyes and think of Pixie Hollow and your fairy friends. Then ask one of them to sprinkle some of their fairy dust on you. You’ll be able to fly just like them!” She saw this in a Tinkerbell movie so she knows it’s true. I said it in earnest; more than happy to hear her back to her magical self. She was beaming.
Later, I tucked her in and reminded her to think of Pixie Hollow before she closed her eyes. “Enjoy your flying time. Tell me all about it in the morning.” I smiled and kissed the top of her head.
“I not gonna dream about mermaids Mama, just fairies.”
“Okay.” I smiled and we blew each other kisses frantically as we always do before I exit and close the door behind me.
When I sent her big sister in to say good night 10 minutes later, she was already sound asleep with a subtle smile across her face. No doubt navigating her way through the lush woods of Pixie Hollow trying to fly faster than the notorious fairy Vidia.