See this sweet face?
Try picturing it screaming:
"YOU'RE NOT MY BOSS!"
"YOU'RE NOT MY MOMMY!"
"YOU'RE NOT MY BEST FRIEND!"
Now welcome to my world.
My brain knows, KNOWS, that in order to be a good mom I cannot be her best friend (although maybe someday we can be when she's grown and her children are yelling the same things at her.) My brain knows that, but my heart is another matter. And it aches when she yells this at me. Because though I may not be her best friend, she is still mine. How am I supposed to handle these situations unemotionally?? I say it's not possible.
This morning after swimming she threw a HUGE, and I mean HUGE, fit because I wouldn't let her pick what shirt to wear. Never mind that I let her pick the shorts and the underwear, she just had to pick the shirt. So she spent a lot of time locked in her room crying and screaming and carrying on. And I cancelled everything we had planned, because part of the plan was to be babysat by grandma...and that is too much fun for behavior like that. So now we'll take a nap, after she's done with lunch. Which by the way, she requested "butter and frenchy and sugar and toast", and she just told me, "thanks mom, this is yummy. I love you mommy. Mom, I love you."
I tell ya, I've been on better roller coasters than the one we seem to be riding right now.
p.s. thanks for your encouraging comments from the last post. I could still use them if you've still got more to say!