I don't have any boys, so I really can't compare boys to girls, temperamentally-speaking. But holy hell, I gotta believe that raising boys is easier than raising girls.
I am so worn out and mentally frayed from dealing with my almost-five-year-old. She is so freakin' emotional, and...angry? Where does that much anger come from in a 42", 38-pound four-year-old? I mean, seriously, what hard times has she weathered that she feels she's got the right?
Yes, I know how ridiculous that just sounded. She's four, she doesn't know any better, she's still learning, I should be modeling behavior, blah, blah de freakity blah. I refuse to walk on eggshells around a PRESCHOOLER.
Here's what I don't get. I would never have DREAMED of saying, "I hate you, you stupid mom" or "I hate you, you idiot" to my mother. And certainly not to my father. I was too scared. There was fear there. Real fear. The scary kind.
No fear with this kid. And she really doesn't have any "favorite" things that I can confiscate when she spews forth foulness.
Oh yeah, I'm ready for Vegas.
By the way, this post is NOT an invitation for all you well-meaning folks out there to send me comments in which you will gently detail all of the wrong approaches I am taking with my child and offer alternative, feel-good suggestions. Not that you will. I just wanted to save you some keystrokes if you were considering it.
I'm venting here, people.
1 comment:
There is something to be said about fearing a parent's disapproval. My children were not disrespectful growing up, and I never dreamed of it! That was in the olden days though ;)
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