dd is 4. independent, stubborn and moody, explosive. this morning she wanted to paint. sure. while she is running around i set the table for her. first mistake -- should have involved her in that, but she was occupying her baby brother, so i rushed to get the paints, the paper etc.
of course when the paper is set and taped to the table, it is all WRONG
screaming. she won't be able to paint, she wants it differently. lets find a solution i say. she screams for a bit, then comes up with a solution -- this made me proud, but the solution she came up with wasn't what she wanted, so more screaming.
then i redo the paper. then she demands this and that -- more paints, to mix paints, she won't do it herself, she wants me to do it. more screaming.
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finally she ends up painting and she is happy. i am happy because i was calm and collected, and patient without betraying my dignity and giving in.
but i keep thinking -- if she were in school, she would have just painted, like everybody else. she would not have screamed. i find this so exhausting.
i know that if she were in school, she would have come home and screamed at me anyway, about the same paints and paper. right? and the conformity would not be good for her, not for her personality. sigh.
will there be a day, one day, when she will do things happily, without major tantrums about stuff that she herself chooses to do? and it is all good for her and for us, right?
of course when the paper is set and taped to the table, it is all WRONG

screaming. she won't be able to paint, she wants it differently. lets find a solution i say. she screams for a bit, then comes up with a solution -- this made me proud, but the solution she came up with wasn't what she wanted, so more screaming.
then i redo the paper. then she demands this and that -- more paints, to mix paints, she won't do it herself, she wants me to do it. more screaming.

finally she ends up painting and she is happy. i am happy because i was calm and collected, and patient without betraying my dignity and giving in.
but i keep thinking -- if she were in school, she would have just painted, like everybody else. she would not have screamed. i find this so exhausting.
i know that if she were in school, she would have come home and screamed at me anyway, about the same paints and paper. right? and the conformity would not be good for her, not for her personality. sigh.
will there be a day, one day, when she will do things happily, without major tantrums about stuff that she herself chooses to do? and it is all good for her and for us, right?
