My daughter (who I have lovingly nicknamed “Miss Independent” and “Little Miss Bossy Pants” due to her desire to not only do everything herself, but also tell everyone else what do as well) has found a word that has really tickled her fancy. Three little letters strung together that sometimes make me want to scream “BECAUSE I SAID SO!!!” Yes, W-H-Y has become the bane of my existence.

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Don’t get me wrong, I am thrilled that she is starting to try to continue conversations, make connections, develop psychologically. But I find myself challenged trying to (A) come up with an answer to a question that I really want to just reply with “Seriously?” or “How am I supposed to know?” or (B) keep my cool after the sixth “Why?” in the span of 30 seconds. I’ll paint you a little picture:

It’s 7:00 in the morning and I’m driving both my girls to daycare. I have yet to have my first sip of caffeine, when it begins…

Caroline: “Where we goin’?”

Me: “To Kimmy’s house silly goose!” (She’s very used to this weekday routine!)

Caroline: “Why?”

Me: “Because Mommy and Daddy have to go to work.”

Caroline: “Why?”

Me: “Because that’s what grown-ups do.”

Caroline: “Why?”

Me: “So we can buy things like food and clothes.”

Caroline: “Why”

Me: “BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT HAPPENS!”

Yeahhhh, not one of my proudest moments. We started off in the right direction but I definitely started losing my patience towards the end. I’ll admit, there have been instances where I’ve simply stated  “I don’t know,” or “Because I said so,” or even just tried changing the subject altogether. I am now making a conscious decision to practice more patience and to let her use that word …(gulp)… “WHY” as much as she wants. Who am I to stand in the way of her getting the answers she feels she needs? I want her to grow up understanding that it is OK to ask why. After all, we would live in a pretty sad society if no one ever asked the question “Why?”  What if Rosa Parks never asked “Why can’t I sit in the front of the bus instead of the back?”  What if the Wright brothers never asked “Why can’t we fly?”

So while this word is thrown at me left and right, night and day, I’m going to use it as an opportunity to practice patience and I’m going to:

"I am a patient, loving mother"... Is it working yet???

“I am a patient, loving mother”… Is it working yet???

 

 

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