Yesterday Morning: My daughter turned on the dramatics because she was being forced to go to her day camp. Apparently, the day camp was going on a field trip to watch “the most stupidest movie ever about a bird making friends while he tries to find his owner.” Now keep in mind, she was screaming and crying as she made these statements. Real tears and everything; no faking.
There were many reasons behind this fit: 1) She really is bored with their daily activities. 2) She is ready to go back to school and be surrounded only with her peer group. 3) She was afraid her two best friends wouldn’t be there, as they were out the day before. 4) She didn’t have any money and didn’t want to be the only kid not buying candy. 5) She wanted to stay home alone and play Minecraft for eight hours. 6) She is just on the cusp of becoming a walking ball of hormones.
None of those were good enough reasons for me, so I played the bad-mom and sent her on her way. She stomped around, but eventually – after threats about what this attitude might cause – got dressed. I found $5 for her and by the time we arrived at the day camp, she was smiling. She will still hate the movie and be disgusted with her day of course, but at least I didn’t have to drag her inside screaming.
Night Before Last: My daughter turned on the dramatics because she didn’t like what she had to pack in her lunch. Apparently, she has been starving for an entire year because we never pack her enough food and she has told us this repeatedly. [She never mentioned this. She packs her own lunch. She is perfectly healthy.] According to her, all of the other kids have five or six items in their lunchboxes. Again, real tears and everything; no faking.
There were also many reasons behind this fit: 1) She was tired after a long day. 2) She is tired of the food we buy her to put in her lunches, but never thought to mention it in advance. 3) She is jealous because we are not the type of family that keeps chips and cookies around the house. 6) She is just on the cusp of becoming a walking ball of hormones.
In the end, she added a little something extra to the lunch and stopped complaining about it. I explained that she only has to ask for different types of food and we would gladly mix up the variety – but if she never expressed an opinion, we would just keep on buying the same old stuff.
And a Funny: One evening the daughter did not want to eat what dad cooked for her so she asked for cereal instead. Dad refused this request. The next evening, no one cooked and we were having a “whatever” meal. She wanted a peanut butter sandwich on toasted bread. Okay, fine. While making her sandwich, she suddenly decided that she wanted to keep the two pieces of bread separate and not smush them together in sandwich form.
Realizing that keeping the bread apart made it toast – a breakfast food like the previously refused cereal – she quickly asked dad if it was okay for her to eat it like that. As she demonstrated by clasping her hands together she asked, “is it okay if I don’t do this with my bread?”