Late in the afternoon, dispirited, I posted this on Facebook:
Trying to teach my daughter self-control is the hardest thing I've ever tried to teach her. Sleep training was easier, and almost as exhausting. And I so rarely see any positive results from it. Sisyphean task, all the way.
Please, just please don't let her be that kid in preschool who gets angry and hits other kids. I am so stressed about this.
I got many friendly and wonderful replies from friends, reminding me that all kids have to learn this, and school will more than likely be a great place to get a handle on her feelings, learn to calm down and play.
It's these internal, psychological lessons that are so hard to teach children, I feel. For one thing, how can you tell when they've really got it? It's not like riding a bike, where suddenly the fruits of your labor are obvious and successful. This is one of those annoyingly lifelong battles for everyone, and I kind of hate that it's so hard for her already.
But today is a new day, and I'm hoping a much better one for Maeve. Lesson learned? Probably not. But at least now she knows Daddy isn't messing around when he says he'll take something away.
|The little monster, taking pictures of the movie she was watching.|