3-year olds are bossy. Totally bossy. Or at least mine is. Sort of like Quadaffi in a Pull-Up. I’ve read the parenting books, sought out help from the online gurus and asked for advice from “good” parents. Everybody seems to say the same thing: It’s an important part of her development. A phase. Great…. Another one?
So my solution thus far? To say, “Quit bossing me around!” Or if things get really bad, I add: “Because I’m your mother!” Occasionally I like to throw in, “Gimme never gets!” just because I like that phrase. I should probably explain what it means if I hope to yield any results from it.
Manners are important to me and normally my kid has relatively good ones. These days, not so much. I’m trying to be patient. I know I should be patient while we’re out and about and the other mothers hold their glance for just a half-second longer than needed when my daughter is being difficult. I know this look well and will admit to dispensing it on occasion. It’s the one that says nothing and yet everything. It says, “Your kid is being a brat and you just might not be that great of a mom. Maybe you suck.” I don’t think moms mean to do this to each other but sometimes we do it anyways. It’s worthy of note that we only do it on the rare occasion when our own child is being unusually well behaved and as quiet as a mouse. Like when they’re coming down with the flu.
But as for this “phase” thing, I think I might try it myself. “Oh, sorry I cut you off/ate the last cupcake/hurt your feelings/ran over your dog/called you a ‘nutwhacker’. It’s just a phase. Now, can you give me a lollipop and we can forget this whole thing ever happened?”