Lost it! Temper that is. Mine. In case that wasn't clear enough.
I had a standoff with my almost 3 year old and I lost. Well, I lost in the sense that I realise now that I shouldn't have even tried tromping down this path.
She didn't want to eat and didn't want her soup. I wanted her to stop fussing around food whenever I am around at home. She said no, I said yes. She said it wasn't yummy, I said sometimes things aren't yummy but we still have to take it. I threatened, smacked her hands, all to no avail.
A queer part of me wanted to see how far she will go to have a standoff with me. Turns out, she will go a long way. Exactly how long more, I don't know since I had to settle an interview and had no choice but to leave it.
She had sobbed herself to sleep by the time I managed to get back and only stopped her heaves when I went over to apologise and to soothe her.
"You two are the same" a dear friend reminds me.
That's so true.
I see a large part of my character in this tiny little package that is fast shooting up. I also know now that I need to pick my battles and mealtimes should not be a battleground.
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