Is it just me, or is 5 the new 15? Apparently I did not get the parenting memo. This would not be the first time.
Miss C has been a roller coaster of emotions since starting kindergarten in August. Overall she loves school and her teacher, gets daily smiley face stamps on her behavior chart (except for one day), and she’s made a lot of new friends, but she is sensitive about the smallest of details.
We carpool with a neighbor and Monday afternoon pick up is especially angst ridden over who will get to sit in which identical, non-descript, navy blue booster seat. My neighbor’s daughter always picks the one identical, non-descript, navy blue booster seat that Miss C apparently has had her heart set on riding in for all of the 5-minute ride home. Tempers flare. Arms are crossed. There is much audible sighing and huffing and whining. Oh Lord. The WHINING. Can’t we just all get along?
Yes, emotions are running high and the new lists of sight words that are being sent home by Miss C’s teacher are also the source of great stress. “I can’t do it mommy! It’s too hard!” She mastered the first list with ease, but this second one is, of course, more difficult. She’s doing a great job of memorizing it, slowly but surely. I am finding that too much homework at once, just like too much sugar, isn’t a good thing.
This weekend she burst into tears, told me her room was ugly, and that she wanted a Disney Princess comforter, instead of her pink and green Waverly paper dolls bedding (OK…so perhaps she is outgrowing it, but mama ain’t so keen on Disney Princess bedding.) I saved the day by suggesting we flip her comforter over to the reverse floral side and letting her rearrange her room. Whew. Totally pulled that one out of the boo-tay. I mean what female in her right mind doesn’t enjoy a little decorating challenge?
Most days I’m riding a fine line between encouraging Miss C to always try her best and telling her to knock it off, go to her room, and quit acting like a…like a…5-year-old who has just started school.
Parenting was so much more black and white when the girls were babies and I knew when to anticipate their first smile, their first steps, and their first tooth. There aren’t really any guidelines for “first hissy fit.”