I don't want this post to be construed as negative, but I'm a little exasperated with parenting right now. My three year old has engaged in this colossal power struggle over everything. For a few examples, (to get this off my chest) here goes:
-He loves his Spanish and skating classes. Yet when it is time to go to class he says that he doesn't want to go and that he'd rather play with his toys. We have to cajole him into class where he spends the first 20 minutes doing nothing before getting into the swing of things. Then he tells us that he had a great time and gets mad when the class ends. (Sybil?)
-Dinner has become battle ground royale. I occasionally allow him to choose what we eat as a family and even after this he refuses to eat anything. He decides that he no longer wants the food that he chose earlier. Of course, later when he's hungry, he throws yet another fit when I bring out the same food that he ignored at dinner. Eventually, he chooses to go to bed without eating before trying his food. This makes me feel somewhat akin to Joan Crawford in "Mommy Dearest". I'm sure he will write a robust memoir detailing all of this and much more in years to come.
I could go on, but these examples are representative of so many of our interactions together and I feel like I'm a terrible mommy who is always riding him. I've tried to give him choices on minor decisions, give him an itenary so he knows what to expect, show him more patience, and be more consistent so he knows what the rules and consequences are. This whole phenomenon seems to get much worse right after any visit from the grandparents. It takes him awhile to figure out that he only calls all the shots at Grandma's house. I love my little guy to pieces, but he is taking ten years off my life right now. Help! Please?
Kelly
-He loves his Spanish and skating classes. Yet when it is time to go to class he says that he doesn't want to go and that he'd rather play with his toys. We have to cajole him into class where he spends the first 20 minutes doing nothing before getting into the swing of things. Then he tells us that he had a great time and gets mad when the class ends. (Sybil?)
-Dinner has become battle ground royale. I occasionally allow him to choose what we eat as a family and even after this he refuses to eat anything. He decides that he no longer wants the food that he chose earlier. Of course, later when he's hungry, he throws yet another fit when I bring out the same food that he ignored at dinner. Eventually, he chooses to go to bed without eating before trying his food. This makes me feel somewhat akin to Joan Crawford in "Mommy Dearest". I'm sure he will write a robust memoir detailing all of this and much more in years to come.
I could go on, but these examples are representative of so many of our interactions together and I feel like I'm a terrible mommy who is always riding him. I've tried to give him choices on minor decisions, give him an itenary so he knows what to expect, show him more patience, and be more consistent so he knows what the rules and consequences are. This whole phenomenon seems to get much worse right after any visit from the grandparents. It takes him awhile to figure out that he only calls all the shots at Grandma's house. I love my little guy to pieces, but he is taking ten years off my life right now. Help! Please?
Kelly
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