“I do it!” she insists, about EVERYTHING, ALL day long.
Independence is good, I remind myself as I take a breath. It’s no doubt harder to have a hesitant child who you’re trying to coax towards initiative than a capable child who insists on spending the tedious time to put her OWN shoes on before we can depart the house. But it the charm does wear thin.
“I do it,” she insists, as she skidders on the pebbles down the steep grade. After a couple wipe-outs she acquiesced to holding Milo’s hand.
We’ve entered the Era of Resistance with Naomi too.
“You need to wear a bib.” “No!”
“You need to sit in your own seat at the table.”
“You need to take a nap.”
The nap won in the end. She can climb out of her crib but she can’t reach the high door handles in her room.