Cheeky little munch that she is
She seems always so full of life
Full of rebuttals
Wanting to challenge her world
At each turn
And she's only 3
So I offer her choices
A barrage of choices
And that usually assuages her stubbornness
To some great degree
Yet sometimes
Especially lately
She comes back at me with
"I don't know"
Which I've grown to understand as
More of an
"I don't want to make a decision, can you please make it for me"
Which then most often means she will then just go with the flow.
I always reassure her
That I know
"Mommy knows"
Whether I do or don't isn't even a point here really
It's that she needs comfort
She needs a rock
She needs a break from "being in control"
Which she really isn't
I've simply been offering the choices I deem acceptable
But she feels she is in control
And don't we all need a break
From making life decisions
Once in a while
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Life is a funny conundrum that way
It's too bad everyone always takes it so serious.
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