Mia loved Saturday mornings. They meant pancakes! But not just any pancakes. These were "Boundary Pancakes," a special tradition she shared with her mom, Sam.
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Today, Mia was in charge of the sprinkles. "More, more!" she giggled, shaking the bottle over her pancake until it was a rainbow mountain.
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Sam smiled. "Wow, that's a lot of sprinkles, sweetie! Remember, we each get our own pancake, and we decide how many sprinkles go on ours. That's a boundary."
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Mia looked at her mom's pancake. It had just a few sprinkles, neatly placed. "But what if I want some of YOUR sprinkles?" Mia asked, reaching out a tiny finger.
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"Ah," said Sam, "that's where our boundary comes in. My pancake is my boundary. I decide what goes on it, and I decide who can have a bite. You can always ask, but I get to say yes or no."
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Mia pulled her hand back. "So, if I don't want you to take my sprinkles, I can say no?" she asked, her brow furrowed in thought.
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"Exactly!" Sam nodded. "Your body is your boundary. Your toys are your boundary. Your feelings are your boundary. You get to decide what feels right for you."
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Later that day, Mia was playing with her favorite doll, Lily. Her friend, Leo, wanted to play too. "Can I hold Lily?" Leo asked, reaching for the doll.
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Mia remembered the pancakes. "No, not right now, Leo," she said gently. "Lily is my boundary. Maybe we can play with the blocks instead?"
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Leo nodded. "Okay!" And they built the tallest block tower ever. Mia felt happy and strong, knowing her boundaries, just like her mom had taught her with the Boundary Pancakes.
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