07 Jul '15, 12pm
"Good moms don’t have kids who pitch fits like this.” I’ve developed a twitch in my lip.
She spun herself in circles on the floor tonight. Tears, screaming, gnashing of teeth. Feet and fists pounding into the ground when we should have been snuggled in bed for storytime. Because we were already late for bedtime and said “no” to a bedtime snack – a habit we’re trying to break. And in this season of endless meltdowns and drama and all the big emotions all the time, I’m really just not sure how to do this anymore. Giving up isn’t an option. Giving in seems like letting the toddler run the show. And all I can do is sit on her floor and weep until she’s done, praying that we’ll soon be done with this particular season. I never expected a daughter who would simply say “no” when we tell her to go to her room. The disobedience and defiance from a three year old has me wondering if maybe I really don’t know what I’m doing. To be honest, any small whisper in my mind of ...