Saturday, May 29, 2010
Van Gogh and Friends.
Ok, so I know that a two year old's intention is to discover her world.
I know that she does not mean to defy, irritate and manipulate me.
That in fact those are adult actions and emotions that she does not have the capacity for (yet.)
I also know that it is her developmental right to test boundaries and that
her most earnest desire is to please me and show me her skills.
So if I know all of this - why is my blood pressure raised?
I remember being confused as a kid when I got into trouble for something I had done so innocently.
My clearest memory of this was when I hung my mum's beloved necklace between two points to make a swing.
When it snapped and the beads scattered far and wide - some rolling into the heating vent, my initial reaction was disappointment that my pretty swing didn't work.
I ran off to report my failed experiment.
It simply didn't occur to me that the necklace was not a good choice.
My parents barraged me with questions.
Why would I do something so thoughtless?
Why would I break something on purpose?
What was I thinking?
I was thinking that I could make a swing with rope but this would be so much cuter.
I had no understanding of chain strength to weight ratio at age six.
I was so shocked at their response that I carry the weight of their disappointment with me now - decades later.
So with all of that understanding and knowledge why am I still fuming that the two year old has drawn all over the walls?
It's substantial and not even in a pretty color or design.
If you're going to vandalize my walls at least make it worth looking at.
I know she's two but she has done some much better art work.
I give myself a time out - to calm down.
Remind her sweetly that we draw on paper and give her a scrub sponge to undo her work.
I know I am being a good parent but really it would be so much more satisfying to tantrum.
Oh and Yes - that is the aforementioned SOUP!