She’s barely one.
And I’m pretty sure I’m in over my head.
When she’s sleeping, I’ve got it made. Piece of cake.
But when she’s awake, she’s really trying to run the show around here. Already. At the end of some days, I need a 3 day vacation. But alas, this is a 24/7 job I’ve signed up for. Just hand me another coffee please.
She stiffens her legs, arches her back, and throws back her head when I try to put her in her high chair. Then once I’ve wrestled her in, in order to have the advantage on me, she throws all her food off her tray. Is this typical one year old behavior? Is she just not hungry? Is she a brat?
I wonder what I’m supposed to do. Should I break her spirit? Force her to do everything that I, the all-knowing mother, think necessary? Because really. I’m kind of new at this too.
We fight tooth and nail. She usually wins right and left.
She is nineteen pounds of sheer determination.
If she had her ‘druthers, she would walk around with a naked hiney, a dirty face, eating goldfish crackers and watching Elmo all day. And then I’d be raising a wretch.
But whose to say I’m not.
Mama knows best. Well, about some things anyway, for instance children shouldn’t pee on the floor and occasionally they should eat a fruit.
I might not know much, but at least I know that.
I’m hoping she’s receiving some vitamins and nutrients from the dirt she eats, because she’s rather fond of that too.
She is a busy girl. And this is her childhood. The only one she’ll ever have. The one she’ll look back on with either fondness or dismay. The one that will shape her. The Nurture to help balance her Nature. It’s kind of a big deal when you think of it.
She’s exploring, discovering, and learning. As all children should be allowed to do. Within reason, of course.
While she’s busy growing up, I am busy watching, worrying, and trying to find the fine line between interfering or giving her the space she needs to become the independent little girl that she is becoming.
And trying desperately not to raise a wretch.