"Why?" "Why?" "Why?" A phrase I have been hearing a lot of
lately. I try my best to always answer these
questions with reason, but honestly, sometimes it's just exhausting. It's my
job as a parent to teach my kids the ways of the world and to teach
them right from wrong. It's also my job to keep them safe. When these things
collide though, watch out world!
Just this week I took my kids out to get new shoes. I was on
the hunt for hot pink Crocs. Lanie had them last year and was disappointed that
they no longer fit. She got great use out of them, so I was eager to get her
another pair. She was very set on pink, so before heading out I called around
to a few different places to make sure they had some in stock. I was stunned at
how much the prices went up on these tiny pieces of rubber. They were ranging
anywhere from $24-40! Let's face it, I'm a stay at home mom with zero income, if I
can get a good deal on something . . . I'll find it, so off we went.
"C'mon kids, we're going to
Marshall's!" (For those unfamiliar with Marshall's it's a discounted
department store with name brands). As we approached the shoe department it was
very clear that my oldest was in her glory. She intensely grazed the isles
repeating the words "Oh, these are so cute!" "I love these!" As I'm walking
behind her pushing my youngest in the stroller, I'm trying to replace all the
shoes that she has taken off the racks and has placed on the top of the stroller
with the intent of me buying. And there they were, right before her eyes, a
single pair of zebra print rain boots, 4 sizes too big. She instantly sat down
on the ground and whipped her shoes off and attempted to put these bad boys on. She succeeded, and they were up to her thighs. She could not walk, but instead
stumbled over to me falling several times. "These are the Crocs I want."
Yeah . . . try explaining to my kid that we came out to buy pink Crocs, not animal
print rain boots that don't fit . . . here's her response. "Why?" "Why?" "Why?" I tried to explain to
her that she couldn't walk in them, they were not her size and she was really
going to hurt herself if she kept trying. I also said that they are not what we
came out to get. TEMPER TANTRUM. At this point, I really just wanted to make a
sign and hold it up to all the other shoppers in the shoe department, no actually, the whole store that read something like BEWARE WILD ANIMAL ON THE
LOOSE. Instead, after 10 minutes of "reasoning", I chose to scoop my child up kicking and screaming and said "Because I said so, that's
why."
I found myself in a similar situation today. We went out
for a walk around the neighborhood. Usually my oldest likes to help me push my
youngest in the stroller. Today she wanted to walk on her own. We live in a
very quiet neighborhood so I didn't see anything wrong with giving her a little
freedom to walk beside me. She did great until it came time to cross the
street. I insisted she hold my hand. I told her I am the parent, I make the
rules, she needs to listen to my words, and it's my job to keep her safe. "Why?" "Why?" "Why?" I really just wanted to say "Do you want to get squished
by a car?", I chose not to, I said . . . "Because I said so, that's
why."
There is plenty of time in life to make your own choices. Some of which will be right and others, well, not so right. I'm hoping my kids
listen to my advice well past 18. I can't wait til the day one of them asks
for a tattoo . . . I can show them first hand. "See this alligator tattoo on mommy's
stomach? Well it used to be a tiny lizard . . . then I had kids." Always listen
to your mother! Why? Because I said
so . . .
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"Do you want to get squished by a car?" -- that is so something my husband would say; indeed, I have said something similar before.
ReplyDeleteOur two year old frequently yells at me to "weave me rone" (leave me alone). My reply? "No, I won't leave you alone. I'm your mommy. It's my job to pester you."
The two year old has an attitude of a teenager. It should be interesting when he and his soon to be five year old brother are actually teenagers.
I feel the same way with my girls! Teenagers! I can only imagine! :)
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