I remember telling you in my last
post that it is ok to feel like you are the worst mom and it is alright to
borrow five minutes of your time and pretend you are shitting in the toilet
while you read few pages of the book that you just bought. It is alright….
I had a fight with my daughter
this morning. It is a fight where I lose, every time, because 1) you are arguing
with 3 YO and 2) you are arguing with 3 YO.
My dear husband is away on business for 7 months and that leaves me in
craze mood because I don’t have any skill to drive. So, this morning I decided to
drop my daughter off early and leave to work early because I would be driving
my car, for the very first time. But my daughter had another plan. I have
requested that she breakfast with Angel, our baby sitter, and also let Angel
help her brush her teeth. Luckily, she finished the glass of milk (thanks to
Milo) and several numbers of croissants, because she was eating it with Nuttela
spread. Just as I finished showering, she came running to me proudly and exclaimed
“Mom, I finished the glass of milk and the croissants.” I was like “great, now
please go brush your teeth before we run late to your school.” And she responds
“Happy dressing up Mama.” And this is the conversation that followed.
(She goes in the bathroom, Angel
enters too.)
Angel: “Jamba, please stop doing
that”
Me: “ Jamba, listen to your
sister”
Jamba: “Aaaaa…”(opening her
mouth)
Angel: “Jamba!....Ana, she always
bites the tooth brush and never lets me brush her teeth”
Me: “Jamba, if I have to brush
your teeth, we might be late”
Jamba: ”Mom……are you upset with
me?....you are upset with me..ahhh” (wailing)
Me: “My Jamba dear does not
scream at me, who is this girl screaming at me”
Jamba: “Mamamama….” (Stomping her
feet)
Me: “I am sorry darling, now come
here let’s get you dressed up”
Jamba: (Smiling widely) “I am
trying to make you smile”
Me: “You always make me happy but
you have to make others happy and smile too”
Jamba: “I am trying Mom, but it
is very difficult to make everyone happy”
P.S. : My daughter is 3 years
old, loves singing and dancing and always overdressed for whatever the occasion
is. And just as adorable as she looks, she talks wisely too. And here, I lost
my argument because so much truth echoed in her statement.
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