NaBloPoMo 2009 Day 24 — Almost-4-year-olds
The last few weeks have been challenging with K-Man. Whoever labeled the “Terrible Twos” was a liar. The “Threes” — especially the last three months of the Threes — are the terrible times. Now, not every waking minute is terrible, so put the phone down before you call the authorities.
The kid is a whirlwind of will. Every instruction. Every request. Every comment. Every demand. All are met with a retort. Nothing Aristotelian. Actually, it often is the same retort: “Why?”
And we are not above relying on the staple of parenting: “Because I said so.”
The kid’s not even a pre-teen, and we seem to be constantly fighting a battle of wills. The most difficult part of this is how cute Kee is. He shoots a look in between melt downs or he flashes his dimples or his million dollar smile. Hard to hold your disciplinary ground when the subject of your instruction makes you giggle. Who among you wouldn’t crack up when your kid asks you to come look at his poop?
These challenging moments serve as a reminder to me that this parenting thing is a full-time gig, and it will continue to evolve — uncovering new battles and new opportunities for instruction. The key, even now, is being consistent. I am somewhat hopeful that as Kee ages, his ability to reason will make certain aspects of this easier while at the same time giving him more ammunition with which to fight. It this were a Texas hold ’em poker match, I would say that I am “all in.” When we get to the flop, the turn and the river, I’ll still be at the table.