10 March 2009

The Power of 1-2-3



I don't get it. I really don't.

Josh is at an age where he would seem deaf to everything I tell him to do. I'd repeat myself five, six times, all the while trying to stay calm. I'd raise my voice a notch. La di da, he'd still be doing whatever it was he was doing, totally impervious to my rapidly fraying patience. It's not until I start counting 1-2... that he'd look up and say innocently, "What, Mommy?" Aarrggh!

No matter how he'd whine and won't want to do something, the moment I'd start counting 1-2..., he would grudgingly do whatever it is that I ask, before I get to the count of three. He knows that he would have to do it anyway, but why wait until I start counting? Things would be so much easier for both of us if he would just do whatever it is I tell him from the get-go.

I'd read that this is normal for this age, but, but, but... On the one hand, I want to savor his being a kid and don't want him to grow up too quickly; on the other hand, I am looking forward to when, hopefully, things will get easier when it comes to getting him to tidy up, finish his meals .

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