It seems that C hasn’t gotten the memo. The memo reminding her that she doesn’t turn two for another month. One month! I get one more month of my sweet baby, then, and only then, can she turn into a terror. That was the deal! But apparently she didn’t get the memo. So the deal’s off. Gah.
My sweet little girl has gotten herself an attitude, and I’m finding it a little hard to adjust. Where she used to listen and act demurely, now she laughs and runs away. Where she used to be all cooperation, now she is all stiff arms, legs, and body. And where she used to be all love and sweetness? Well, that hasn’t changed in the least. She’ll fight me through our morning routine, making us late with her shenanigans, but just when I’m at my most frustrated and annoyed, she throws herself into my arms, hugs me and tells me she loves me.
If I were an outsider all of this would be fascinating to watch, and to a certain extent it is mesmerizing. She’s fighting for her independence. She’s spreading her wings and seeing how far she can go. She wants to stand on her own two feet and be a big girl. But every time she takes a step further it scares her and she needs to make sure I’m still right next to her. So she acts out, shoves me away, and then leaps back to make sure things haven’t changed too much.
Understanding the why of her actions doesn’t make it any easier to handle. When she yells and kicks to get her way, knowing why doesn’t take away the frustration. And when we run late one more day during the week, it’s hard to take a deep breath and try to see past the actions to the amazing psychological development taking place.
And knowing that we are going to have to go through it all over again when she hits the wondrous teen-age years definitely isn’t comforting! When she’s 15 I don’t think that time out is going to help, and I’m sure that I won’t be able to pick her up and physically make her do what I want her to do any more!