My six year old teenager and her tantrums... that's all I can think of writing about these days. And I tend to leave it at the 'thinking' mode. The writing part rarely happens. Okay, I'm super lazy! Why? Maybe it's the weather. Or the holiday season. Or just me!
Kids these days jump five years every year. The way San talks, advises, comments, and behaves makes me wonder how quickly she's growing. And then in one fine moment, she goes back to her tantrums, questions, and grumpiness over silly things, and becomes my big little San...
a six year old who is learning by observing us, and not by listening to us...
a girl who has secrets to share and keep, stories to make up and tell, and an endless list of questions that cover almost all categories...
a girl who argues for what she feels is right and doesn't accept any silly answers, but the ones with an understandable logic.
That's how we all were as kids, weren't we?
All those times when kids are moody, do not listen and acknowledge, argue or go into that dreadful silent mode, do not feel or say sorry for what we feel they did wrong, yell and throw tantrums, and many such other times... we cannot afford to lose our cool or patience because that is what makes things worse.
And I'm saying this to remind myself of what NOT to do in those situations. I've made things worse at times. I regret it later, but I need to work on not doing it again. She's the kid, not me. She can afford to repeat her mistakes, I can't.
I need to be her friend, and not the bossy Mom who controls her. I need to pause, think, feel, understand, and slow down.
Papa dear is quite good at it. He gives me tips. I'm trying.
Kids these days jump five years every year. The way San talks, advises, comments, and behaves makes me wonder how quickly she's growing. And then in one fine moment, she goes back to her tantrums, questions, and grumpiness over silly things, and becomes my big little San...
a six year old who is learning by observing us, and not by listening to us...
a girl who has secrets to share and keep, stories to make up and tell, and an endless list of questions that cover almost all categories...
a girl who argues for what she feels is right and doesn't accept any silly answers, but the ones with an understandable logic.
That's how we all were as kids, weren't we?
All those times when kids are moody, do not listen and acknowledge, argue or go into that dreadful silent mode, do not feel or say sorry for what we feel they did wrong, yell and throw tantrums, and many such other times... we cannot afford to lose our cool or patience because that is what makes things worse.
And I'm saying this to remind myself of what NOT to do in those situations. I've made things worse at times. I regret it later, but I need to work on not doing it again. She's the kid, not me. She can afford to repeat her mistakes, I can't.
I need to be her friend, and not the bossy Mom who controls her. I need to pause, think, feel, understand, and slow down.
Papa dear is quite good at it. He gives me tips. I'm trying.
