“Mommy sit THERE.”
“No Mommy, not there, THERE.”
“Mommy, DIS way.”
“Not dat way, DIS way.”
As the Noodle has gained more language skills, increased his stubbornness, and, yes, gotten older, he has shown a new skill that I, for one, am not a fan of:
He’s one bossy little guy.
Seriously, EVERYTHING lately gets commands. Do dis, do dat, go DIS way, sit there, oh, and by the way NOW. And it takes everything in me some days to not just yell, “YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME LITTLE DUDE.”
(I know, how grown up of me, huh?)
It’s just a passing whim, of course. I’m the adult, he’s the kid. I have to teach him how to appropriately act, and part of that is by reacting appropriately. And yelling and going “la-la-la, I’m not listening to you!” isn’t really appropriate. But man, sometimes that’s really my gut reaction. One I tamp down, but a gut reaction nonetheless.
This being a mom of a toddler thing is tough sometimes. Sometimes I don’t WANT to put his needs first. Sometimes I don’t WANT to keep giving of myself and my time and my energy. Sometimes I don’t WANT to measure my responses, or think of what I’m teaching him, or take a deep breath before speaking. Sometimes I don’t want to sit where HE wants me to sit, or watch what HE wants to watch, or pick him “uppio mommy,” or play zoom cars or whatever thing it is that he’s demanding of me at that moment. Sometimes, I want to be the very selfish, very self-absorbed me that I was allowed to be before he got here.
Sometimes, *I* want to be the boss of me.