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Coffee and Sippy Cups

Coffee and Sippy Cups


Kiddo is defiantly definitely three years old. She’s really growing quickly, and really developing a… personality.. of sorts. She’s really (shall we say) grown into her own views and opinions more than I had thought was even possible at this age.

Let’s be honest here, it’s wonderful.

It’s also driving me crazy(er) than I thought was even possible.

Don’t get me wrong, I always aimed for her to be assured and comfortable with herself.

I knew that it was important for her to learn to express herself with her words and actions. Hell, I even knew that there would come a time that we would butt heads over opinions.

It was inevitable.

I imagined long, reasoned, and intelligent debates over coffee and sippy-cups. I imagined both of us rationally proposing our individual sides and views, and why we felt that way.

I imagine now that I was out of my mind.

She’s three. Her strong views are usually centered around such intellectually stimulating topics as ice-cream for lunch, with the rationale that she said please and wants it really, really badly. Now, this is of course how a three-year-old’s mind works. I do (and did) know that.

It shouldn’t be shocking to me that this is how she deems it appropriate to express herself. Still, the whining and outright arguing isn’t exactly what I had hoped for.

Why? I have no idea. Maybe it was wishful thinking, maybe it was just me being a bit delusional. I just don’t know why I figured my kiddo would be different (really see; wishful thinking). I built up this whole thing in my own mind of how things would go, and while intellectually I knew it wasn’t going to work that way- there was still a tiny little part of me that was insanely hopeful.

But, such is life.

Needless to say I’m far from ‘disappointed’ or anything similar.

She’s healthy, smart, and (normally) as sweet as could be. She’s a great kid, and I love every second being her mom. I know times like this happen, and will eventually pass. Even if they are rough for now, there will come a day where I’ll even miss it all.

Still, right now: it’s driving me a little crazy.

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