Well I'll tell you . . . Though this is not what some may consider family fun, it is parent fun, and therefore qualifies as “family” fun. (See Natalie, I told you’d I stretch this thing out – and, by the way, my husband is also suspicious as to whether I can keep this up).
Yesterday I got to thinking about how I refer to the kids in the blog (i.e., by their names or some other identifier) and my husband reminded me of the nicknames we have for the girls that sprung out of an observation we made when the baby was about 2 1/2. Our children perfectly fit Freud’s descriptions of the id, ego and superego. They’re going to hate us when they grow up for naming them this, but for now they laugh hysterically every time we tell it to them.
So, in the blog, the children will be referred to as:
The Superego = our oldest – the moral part of us that develops due to the moral and ethical restraints placed on us by our caregivers. Many equate the superego with the conscience as it dictates our belief of right and wrong.
|Clearly it is right to put Dots on your face|
The Ego = our middle – understands that other people have needs and desires and that sometimes being impulsive or selfish can hurt us in the long run. It’s the ego's job to meet the needs of the Id, while taking into consideration the reality of the situation.
|She's trying to be there for her sister, but realizes that Godzilla is about to appear on the screen in 3D.|
|Yup, no consideration for the reality of what happens when a marker meets your face.|
Definitions supplied by http://allpsych.com/psychology101/ego.html.
Yes, they have a special place in heaven for mommies who torture their children in the public domain like this. And yes, there will be some major therapy. I’m certain that by the time she’s 13 the Superego will insist I remove her from the blog entirely.