My kid. God. Bless. America. I hope that someday all this headstrongness and stubborness pay off and she is running some company or something because right now, she is driving me bananas.
Her new favorite phrase is "Stop doing that!" Usually screamed. She says it when I am doing something she would rather I not be doing, such as changing poopy pants or trying to corral her mop of hair. She puts her little hand out and says "Stop doing that!" This I could handle. I understand it is her way of trying to assert herself, blah, blah, blah.
Then the other night, she was sitting in her chair, reading stories and it was time for bed. I gave her a 5 minute warning, then read 2 books to her (with me on the floor and her in the chair!) and picked her up to put her in bed. Again, "Stop doing that!" but this time as she said it, she HIT me on the head. HIT ME. At first I was stunned. Then I was crushed. Then I was MAD. I wasn't sure how to handle it. I let her know, in no uncertain terms, that hitting was NOT ok and how much she hurt Mommy's feelings. I grabbed her little hand and held it firmly during this conversation. She looked scared and I felt bad. She apologized and went to bed. Did I handle it right? I have no idea. The fact that it was bedtime made it difficult to determine if it was just tiredness or something more.
It was something more. Since then she has hit me one more time (at gymnastics in front of other mothers, how embarrasing!!) when I made her get off the trampoline. This time I again grabbed her hand, whispering furiously in her ear how that, again, is NOT ok and put her in a time-out in a corner. Of gymnastics. In front of other mothers. Did I mention it was the first class and that now she is going to be known as the kid who hits. When she really isn't the kid who hits. She is just frustrated because she wanted to jump longer and it was time to go. Hitting is, apparently, her new way of asserting herself. Must nip this in the bud immediately.
This mother stuff is hard.