Who am I kidding? 2.5 years old is kicking my butt. I know this is one of those life-altering experiences, like training for a sporting event, and the hard parts are the inflection points where I'm learning and getting better. But ouch.
The spitting. The running away when I need her to come and do xyz. The *look* that I get when she knows she is doing something she's not supposed to. The screeching. The whining. The limp flopping on the floor when it's time to do something else.
I've NEVER been a patient person. Dogs and a baby have helped, but Mother Teresa, I am not.
And I know 2.5 lacks impulse control, is learning about boundaries and expressing its big feelings. I *know* all these things, but in the heat of the moment, all I can feel is the yelling bubbling up and threatening to spill out. My impatient self wants compliance, RIGHT NOW, even though that's NOT the way I want to parent.
It is so hard to back off and really think about whether what I'm asking is really that important. Are we late because *I* didn't start the morning routine in time? Am I being extra-picky about behavior because *I'm* hungry or tired or cranky myself? Are we trying to do too much?
This is hard work, cultivating patience and respect for a tiny person who runs on her own timetable and has her own opinions now. And more so because I've chosen a path that's NOT about obedience and fear, but my mind automatically snaps to those ideas.
It would be so much faster if she would just DO IT. It's so much work to approach it from a calm place, to come up with and present the 2 choices, to wait out whatever bout of toddler insanity is keeping her brain from focusing on what I'm asking.
But I have to do it. It gets easier, right?