Hate Myself

I like to capture all of the standout moments with Violet here, not just the good and funny ones.  Here's one that's particularly sad.

I was working on the computer and Violet was being a haunt.  She said she was going into the living room to play and I encouraged that.  "Good.  Go in there an play.  I'll be in in a few minutes."

But she didn't.  She kept being a haunt and climbing on me.

I got loud and said, "Violet!  Please go into the living room and play.  I'll be there in a couple minutes."

Violet's face clouded into a frown.  Violet started some dry sobbing.  She said, "I hate myself."

I was saddened and stunned.  "Violet did you say that you hate yourself?"

"Yes," she said through puppy dog eyes.

So sad for me.  I pulled her up into my lap and tried to explain that we always love her even when she's bad, and that she shouldn't hate herself for any reason.

And just as quickly as our sad moment came on, we blew on Violet's pinwheels and watched them spin, sadness forgotten.