Couple of days ago I wrote that, now that I am older, I am more matured and more understanding. I take that back. Sure I am older and wiser etc etc. But I am also at the end of my tether.
I am well read and I think I am a good mother because I think before I react.
I have been a teenager once and I understand what my daughter is going through.
However, there is a line that divides a very sane loving mother and one that would want to shake the child and get some sense in to her..
My mornings are awfully busy and I always ensure that I pack a healthy hot lunch for my kids. I had baked almond cake yesterday for tea and thought my youngest might like to take a slice for lunch.
“Baby, would you like me to pack a piece of almond cake for lunch today?” I asked, while I was packing three lunch boxes.
“What do you think?” was the reply.
What I really wanted to do at that moment was to hold her really tight and tell her “my question has an Yes or No answer and you will not answer my question with another question” I also wanted to throw the whole bloody cake in to the bin, because I baked it for her, knowing how much she loves almond cake and the only reason I asked her if she would like to take a piece to school is because she usually has a fruit and a small bar of chocolate as dessert and if I was going to send cake, then I won’t pack the chocolate.
It is really not hard to say yes or no, instead she chose to give a cryptic answer.
Obviously, I didn’t pack the cake for her lunch. She asked me what do I think and I think she has been pretty rude and doesn’t deserve a treat.
I feel that my child is walking dynamite that is already lit..like a thotta pottunna english motta.. She gets mad at me if she can’t find her basket ball shorts and when I find it in her closet that she already searched, she still gets mad at me because according to her, I hid her shorts in her closet. ( She is the one who hangs her clothes in her closet) There is no rationality here. I can argue with her till the cows come home that, it is she who hung her clothes in her closet and I will still end up as the horrible mother who hid her daughter’s shorts in the closet..
Of course I know she is hormonal and I should be more understanding.. I have realized that there is really a limit to how much understanding I could be..and it is scary.
next time dip the almond cake in chocolate and eat it in front of her as a punishment for the attitude.
And chill out, you know it is part of the age, and no amount of getting upset is going to solve it.. let it roll..of course, you have to make it known that attitude will not be accepted, but don’t go over the edge..
I just dealt with the ‘frustration’ of mine not finding her saved persuasive essay!!
MS: I told her, I love you very much, but I don’t like the person you have become and I she rolled her eyes. To imagine, just a few weeks ago, she was an angel..
I did eat the cake and shared the rest with my friends..
I am stupidly naive to think it is going to be magical once my son turns 3 and we get out of these “terrible twos” ( which he got a head start at 17 months). He was an angel who never fussed for anything till then. Just when I console myself it will all be fun and giggles in few months, someone would burst my bubble and talk about their 3 or 4 year old’s tantrums!!! I have heard 5-10 yrs is the best time, was it true with your kids?
I love my little boy to pieces! And he is a lot of fun and very entertaining! But you can never predict how the next minute is going to be, since it doesn’t take a lot for him to get suddenly frustrated and then things just roll downhill as is true with most 2 year olds!
KT: Now when I think about going to my neighbour’s house with a laundry basket each evening to pick up all the stuff my son tossed over the fence, I laugh..at that time, I wanted to toss him over the fence because he wouldn’t listen to me and stop tossing things over the fence. He even tossed my underwear and it was so embarassing to pick all that up.
I do agree 5 to 10 years was really awesome..We had so much fun..but now that the older two are in their teens, it is a different sort of fun. My son was whining about how unfair I am to him and Yaya asked him” why do you act like a ‘black’ sheep of this family?” and without missing a beat he told Yaya, ” you are racist” It is really fun to see how little children who depended on me to defend them now defend themselves!