Naomi is lovely. She really is. Here she is admiring the floating lanterns as she biked along a lake in Hagley park.
And here she is admiring yet more floating AND hanging lanterns….
We soon left the park and headed towards the library, with a stop at a cafe for a treat since mommy had forgotten the packed lunch on the kitchen counter top. She sat at the counter and ate her half of the ginger slice with relish.
Then she stopped. I don’t know why. Maybe she was tired? Maybe she was just sick of me telling her to come along and wanted to assert her own decision-making ability.
I can’t carry both her and her bike, so, needless to say, we both stopped. For 30 minutes we stopped. I could SEE the library ahead, for crying out loud.
I sat down. She pulled down her eyebrows. I weathered the concerned looks of well meaning passers by. She cried. I didn’t cry (or yell)…a small victory for motherhood. I observed a rich lady do an abominable job parking her fancy car. Naomi stuck out her bottom lip. I read national geographic on my phone. Thank goodness for downloadable media! Finally she moved again. I honestly don’t remember why.
We got this cute little email from Naomi’s teacher at preschool today:
“Over the past couple of weeks I have noticed Naomi’s strong independence at undertaking activities by herself especially ones that challenge her. She doesn’t like to accept adult assistance and at times this has hindered her learning.”
“So I am focusing on this area of encouraging Naomi to accept help when needed and wondered what you thoughts were.”
Ha! Good luck to you! Those are my thoughts.
Dare I ask what your thoughts are?