The funny thing about the last post is that I find that if I really just do that my day goes a lot smoother. I find that I have the worst days when I’m unwilling to let my kids do things their ways, when I insist that they do what I want, act the way I want.
Now obviously, I can’t let them have complete control but does the Princess really have to read the book that I got her from the library just because I remember reading it and loving it as a kid? No, she doesn’t have to. She can read “Spiderwick” it’ll be just fine. But sometimes I can’t just let it be. They have to wear sandals, not shoes, it’s hot out, SANDALS! Why? If the Pea is ok with shoes and socks why on earth do I care? I don’t know. But I do care! And he has to wear sandals, BECAUSE I SAID SO!!!
I’m starting to think that if because I said so is my reason maybe I don’t have a good enough reason. I need to let my control freak tenddencies go. I need to be a little less type A and a little more type B.
Unfortunately at this point the only way I know how to do that is to give up entirely, which is why I let the Princess quit piano today. I hate hate HATE that I did that but I don’t know what else to do. I cannot have this fight with her every day. I can’t send her to her room for hours every morning.
But honestly I’m sick about it. Why? I’m not sure. Probably most of it is that I don’t play and I wish I did. I don’t have much when it comes to the whole eye-hand coordination thing and my progress when I was made to take piano lessons was abysmal (so my parents let me quit). The Princess, on the other hand, doesn’t have that problem.
She can play, she just doesn’t want to. It’s just so sad. It’s hard for me to see my daughter throw away talent. And I know that she’ll regret it. But she doesn’t, and she wouldn’t believe me if I told her. So I gave in, I surrendered. And the Princess was happy, she smiled she didn’t backtalk, she wasn’t made to spend hours in her room. But I know I made a mistake.
I think I need a little middle ground.