Lessons to a four year old.
Oct. 8th, 2007 07:54 pmMy own nature is at odds with my desire to teach my daughter a lesson. Harumph.
I have always been a hard worker and I like to buy things with my money. As such, I usually take care of things I buy so they'll last. I use things for their intended purpose rather than wear them out on tasks they weren't designed for, etc, etc, etc, and I get overly upset at having to re-buy something I have already bought. That's just part of being me.
Now, add to this one four year old. A four year old leaves things behind. Toys. Sweaters. Bags of food. Shoes. You name it. I need her to learn that if she doesn't keep track of her stuff, she won't get to keep it.
Unfortunately, I am compelled to return to wherever we've been to attempt to get her items back. Also, unfortunately, I almost always do. I'd be ok if I tried but couldn't get it back; then my compulsion would be satisfied and she'd learn her lesson. Instead, she is learning that whatever she leaves behind mom can just go get.
Life is never easy.
Now, add to this one four year old. A four year old leaves things behind. Toys. Sweaters. Bags of food. Shoes. You name it. I need her to learn that if she doesn't keep track of her stuff, she won't get to keep it.
Unfortunately, I am compelled to return to wherever we've been to attempt to get her items back. Also, unfortunately, I almost always do. I'd be ok if I tried but couldn't get it back; then my compulsion would be satisfied and she'd learn her lesson. Instead, she is learning that whatever she leaves behind mom can just go get.
Life is never easy.
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Date: 2007-10-09 01:31 pm (UTC)/m
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Date: 2007-10-09 05:58 pm (UTC)A very odd child. :-)
The doll she left at the store is being stashed right now in the toy she had taken away for making fun of someone's lunch at school yesterday. :-(
Deal with the tears and the tantrum....
Date: 2007-10-10 03:34 am (UTC)If it's something necessary (shoes) I say....don't return to get it and replace it with something functional but not desirable. If it's not necessary..she's out of luck and you're not replacing it, period, end of discussion.
And then have a good cry when you get home and she's in bed and have someone nearby to reassure you that you're not a bad Mom for being so "mean"......