The other day we were leaving for daycare. As usual we were running late. Everything went wrong, Lovisa refused to eat her breakfast, she refused to brush her teeth, she was mean to Andréa, teasing her and hitting her, she was spitting on the floor, then she hit me and I just about had it with her. I already opened the door to go outside when I got the slap from her, whereas I stopped and gave her a lesson about hitting and behaving. I can honestly say I was so mad I don't really remember exactly what I said but I sounded very mad with my voice raised near screaming. Only to look up and there was my neighbor with her two little toddlers, waiting for the elevator. She's the quite type that hardly says hello and she gave me the look. You know, the "should-you-really-be-lecturing-your-toddler-in-that-terrible-way" kind of look. And I felt so stupid. I felt like somebody I don't know saw me naked and denuded. Now I was that mother that I, years ago, felt pity for but never thought I would become. A mother that's sweating, swearing and just had a bit of a beat up from a 2,5 year old stubborn toddler...
"Lovisa takes off her shoes and her jacket.
When she's taken off all her clothes she carries them to her shelf"
Lovisa at daycare, a totally different little girl -
happy and obedient...
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