A daughter, like any normal child, loves to indulge. And like any cheerful creature, does it there and then when she likes. That is, pampering finds us not only at home, but also in public. How to respond to such leprosy?
Cry from the heart
Of course, all families are different. In each children are raised in their own way. Accordingly, the degree of self-indulgence, each determines their own. For some, shouting and squeaking even with delight is the norm of behavior, and in another family it may be a violation of the rules of decency.
Our family belongs to the first category. Sometimes I myself want so much to jump on the street and shout, but there are also rules of decency, I’m an adult woman. Sometimes it is painful to realize this, but you clearly understand what is happening in such moments in the soul of a child.
Therefore, shouting and squeaking with us is permissible. But still, some frameworks of decency must be set. We have a rule: in the house, apartment, we can maximum – talk loudly and laugh. Shouting from the heart and at full strength can only be on the street.
On the street, the same is the rule – do not scream near the wheelchairs, where small children can sleep. For the rest, I don’t care what others think of me as mom. The main thing is that the child expresses his emotions and gets joy from life.
I remember how in my childhood it was interesting to draw my hands into my sleeves and walk like that. The grandmother was always indignant and pulling back: People will think that you do not have pens! Murderous argument, the meaning of which I do not understand until now. Well, think, so what? After all, it happens.
And what is terrible in principle that a child walks with arms in his sleeves? Today, my daughter does not just pull her hands into her sleeves, but sometimes even takes them out from there, hiding under a jacket. So we walk. And the world does not collapse, oddly enough.
Sometimes out of a sense of contradiction to the rules, or out of a desire to turn my attention on myself, she is deliberately wearing the wrong dress. Putting shoes on the wrong foot is flowers. Sometimes she manages to wear jeans backwards.
And the most favorite activity is to put a jacket backwards in order to put the purchases in a hood in a store. Of course, she can’t get dressed like this herself, she always calls for help. And I do not refuse, although then the people on the street look at us in surprise.
It seems to me that such small liberties help a child to feel freer, encourage dissent. After all, she already has enough strict rules around her: in kindergarten, from her grandmother, from me, after all. Why not give some relief where it is possible, where there will be fatal consequences?
What do you think?