Wednesday, May 26, 2010

The Meanest Mommy in the Whole World

I earned that honorific today. For what? Because I had Lily go stand in time-out for a few minutes for shouting at me and then sticking out her tongue at me. Now, I have to say, she tried to get away with the tongue-thing by attempting to cover it up. I'm fairly certain she was going to stick her tongue out at me behind my back, and when I happened to catch her, she quickly began rolling her tongue and such, pretending that's what she had been going to do all along. She's clever, that kiddo of mine.

However, not that clever. Four is a tough age. You're searching for some independence, testing your boundaries and limits, and lying like a dog (although not at all convincingly) when you get caught. Unfortunately, Lil's fours come on the heels of a new baby, leaving her feeling like she's always in trouble.

Now, back to that "meanest mommy" thing. I calmly explained that it was fine for her to be angry, that I completely understood she was upset with me, but that she couldn't shout at me. I went on to tell her, my job as her mommy is to make sure she is a good girl with good manners, that she is a little girl other people want to be around, and that grown-ups do not want to be around sassy girlies. I also explained that my job was not to be her friend, but to be her mommy, and that I was sorry she was angry with me, but that was the way it was.

Oh, the distractibility, the piddling, the pokey-little-puppyness of it all. The not listening and taking forever to contemplate following the directions that were just given. Grrrr. I've been praying so hard for more patience. She really needs that right now, as do I. Lack of sleep has a tendency to make me a bit grumpy, so this combined with me perceiving her to be pokier than usual has me feeling like an impatient grouch.

As I'm typing this, I'm coming up with better options, with plans of action. First of all, I need to remember to offer choices when asking her to complete an onerous task (or one she believes is onerous at any rate). I need to remember that although she is a big girl, and so very helpful, she is in fact only four. I need to take the time to play with her and snuggle with her more. Oh, and I'm going to be boxing up about half her toys to be put away and rotated with her other toys--after we weed out those she no longer wants.

As for the Bean, I believe her growth spurt has passed. She was a much better sleeper today. We went to visit Nana at her work, and met her friends and coworkers. There are some very patient ladies there who listened to Lily explain her future plans to become a paleontologist and a princess. She has the princess part down, telling me, "It's easy, all you need to do is find a prince and kiss him. Twice." :oP Oh, and a paleontologist digs up dinosaur bones and "puts them together...like a puzzle!". She's a cute kiddo, even if she does think I'm the meanest mommy in the whole world. ;o)

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Today's Sparklies:

1. A sleeping Beanie.
2. We found Lily's flip flops. Whew!
3. The visit with Nan and lunch at The Cheese Shop.
4. A visit with my work as well.
5. Chicken spiedies for dinner. Mm. :o)

No milestones.

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It seems that even if you are a big, fat meanie, your hugs are still in demand. As such, I'm off to give my girlie a great big one. :o)

15 comments:

Bailey's Leaf said...

A standing comment in our house is, "I love you, but not your behavior." We've had some intermittent rolling fits, ones that we have informed Miss K- will not be tolerated. Right now, TV is a not an option for an indefinite period of time. She didn't watch much anyhow. But, I've heard the mean mommy bit, too. You are doing a great job! Being young is tough work.

Cate said...

Boy can I ever sympathize. At least you have a good excuse for being a grouch ;-)

Love the princess/paleontologist idea. I can just see the Disney movie....

Jess said...

Yesterday Ella had to take her rest time on her bed with a pile of books and lay there quietly for a half hour rather than playing with her toys. She was wound up and needed some calm. You would have thought I'd assigned her solitary confinement at Rikers. Geeze, I wish someone would put me in bed with a pile of books during the afternoon and tell me not to get up!

Four is hard. Four is very, very hard. Stephanie Precourt over at Adventures In Babywearing recently had a blog title of that very line. I think four is hard on everyone - the kid, the family, teachers, etc. It is a boundary testing, discovering lying kind of time.

ME said...

Hmm...with two little girls who are two weeks away from being 3, I was hoping upon hope that 4 would be easier. :o) 2 hasn't been easy around here, but I feel that we are slowly seeing some light and I am really enjoying the girls so much more again. Still, I have been a "very bad mommy" a few times lately. I just agree and continue on with what we were doing, or the punishment in progress. I think as teachers and mommies, not always being liked means we're doing our job. :o)

Linda said...

Four IS hard!! And I think, maybe even more so for girls. Even Ella and I (grandma) have little "go rounds" on Sunday.One minute she is mature beyond words, and the very next a "terror".Her brother is soon to be 7, and you should see her atagonize him with the most evil look on her princess face! And she loves him dearly.

Communication is so important when they are this age. They really can understand the words. It's just dealing with the emotions that's so tough. (gah!)

Your little Ellie is so beautiful. Could she possibly look any more like her daddy? WoW!

Anonymous said...

I love the trying to pretend she was only playing with her tongue. When I was four, I would pretend I loved to sit in my time out chair. When my Mom would tell me I could get up, I would stay longer and pretend I was having the best time. I am 54 and I remember it well. I was very stubborn!!

Ruhiyyih Rose said...

I think you are doing an amazing job...and yes, four is a hard age!

Great news on Ellie's sleeping better. Way to dole out those hugs, too!

Anonymous said...

Hugs.

Anonymous said...

I know it is all relative, but I was told by my 17 year old son that I was a mean mom tonight because I wouldn't let him go to his girlfriend's house at 9:45pm to hang out until 11 (a school night at that)-even IF it is the night before a holiday weekend!

Oh the fun and mental exhaustion is JUST beginning :o)

PS My son then retreated to the basement. I went to check on him at 10:30 and he had promptly fallen asleep. (Mama really does know best - teehee)

In the mean (ha, no pun intended) time you work up to these things. Rachael, you are a great mom and if you have it under your belt that you are there to be a parent to your girls and NOT always a friend, you are definitely on the right track. Both your girls are adorable!

NT in Northern NJ

Art the Omnipotent said...

Welcome to the club. My 7 year old son has dubbed me "the worst mom in the universe". Not just the world, no my badness cannot be contained on Earth. It has conquered the whole entire universe. Beat that! ;)

Together We Save said...

Oh I have been the mean mom many times over the years... but I have taught my girls to love and respect themselves and others in the process.... so it was worth it.

jaydee said...

Dear Meanest Mommie in the world... how I remember trying to get away with that behavior. Yes, I do remember. I also remember the consequences of my actions! It is a tough age and you are right, she needs the snuggles, but also to understand her boundaries. You did good! Now, can you come and give my hubby a time out, cos I am sure he sticks his tongue out at me occasionally:-)
hugs
jaydee

Jane said...

Just checking in to see what you have been up to.

Love,

Jane

Amber said...

Hi! I just found your blog and I love it. :) And just so you know... you are not alone in the mean mommy department. Just this week, my son said, "Me no like you be my mommy no more!" when I put him in time out!

Helena said...

Hi Rachel, I still come by and love to read your posts. One of these days, when you come up to NOVA I would love to meet you, and Jessie, also, as we were Babycenter birthmonth buddies.

Anyway, I know this is unsolicited advice, so feel free to not read any further. I found what helped with my poky 4-year-old was to give her a concrete standard for how I want her to move. She loves lollypops so I told her, "If I told you to come here to get a lollypop, or go put your shoes on and then you'll get a lollypop, how quickly would you move?" I had her practice a few times so she'd feel it. I explained that would be how quickly I'd expect her to move when I requested something so that I would know that she was doing her best. So now I say "lollypop fast please," and she knows that I mean it as a cue as to whether she is doing her best to do what has been asked of her. This was from a parenting series I went through last year. It has helped us some. Thought I'd share it and I hope it helps you guys too.


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