A stubborn streak

Naomi is lovely.  She really is.  Here she is admiring the floating lanterns as she biked along a lake in Hagley park.

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.

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 could SEE the library ahead, for crying out loud. I can't carry both her and her bike, so, needless to say, we both stopped.  For 30 minutes we stopped.  I sat down.  She pulled down her brows.  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.

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?

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2 thoughts on “A stubborn streak

  1. My first thought: it didn’t come from me!
    My second thought: it is probably a strength in the long run.
    My third thought: she really is lovely!

  2. Depends on a situation, I think.

    I used to sometimes feel that the teachers were trying to do something for me, instead of helping me, and I felt there was a big difference. Showing on another piece of paper how a drawing line should go, yes – but trying to take a pencil and draw on my paper, no! Because how was I then supposed to take pride in my work, if it wasn’t really my work any more?

    I also used to get these loud huffs of “She doesn’t let me help her” but… On my end, the way I saw it, those huffs were coming from people who were trying to do it for me – to get something done faster, or they’d just had enough for me – and that’s not helping. I felt that helping was showing me how to do it, and then letting me try until I’ve mastered the skill myself, rather than grabbing a pillow from me and putting a pillow case on it herself, like my grandmother did, which a silly little moment I still, 27 years later, have a little grudge about… Embarrassing to admit, but I do.

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