I got frustrated with my daughter this morning. Very. It’s an old argument – naps. I guess I should expect these now. When she needs to nap (read: when I know she won’t get as good a chance for the rest of the day), then she doesn’t. *sigh
Now. A few days ago I was walking around town, and witnessed a mom having a set-to with her daughter. It was ugly. What shocked me most was that the child had just fallen off her bicycle (apparently not braking on a downhill), and the mom’s go-to reaction was to shout at her to ‘get up’, and yell at her that she was *not* hurt, and that she should have *braked*. According to the child, the brakes didn’t work, but mom definitely wasn’t listening. Oh no. She instead shouted at the child that the brakes did work. And no – I wasn’t standing there watching this. I’d long since walked past and away – I heard the discussion from quite a few meters distant!!
Now why do I mention this incident? Well, you know what children are like when they get tired. They get clumsy. And my daughter did no less. Within minutes of me starting to do the washing up, she shut her fingers in a cupboard door. Now, I’m no saint, but there’s no way I could yell at her about shutting her fingers in the door. It happens. Instead, I gave her a cuddle, soothing words, and an opportunity to go to sleep – walked up the stairs, closed her bedroom curtains and continued cuddling and soothing her. Needless to say, she is still awake as I type this… 🙂
I pray that my daughter will always know that she can count on Mom when she hurts. I would have it no other way.