My three-year-old and I just had one of the biggest fights, which we rarely do. I mean, sure, we bicker and banter and argue a lot. let's face it, we are so insanely alike that we drive each other crazy. But tonight was not a small dispute over what the other one did or didn't say. tonight's combat involved screaming, hurt feelings, and a nasty punch... okay, she was exhausted and did not want to go to bed. i finally turned the light off (against her strong will.) she was trying to push me, but her hand ended up right smack dab in the center of my throat. it killed! i screamed; she wailed; i left; she wailed; i returned; we talked (through her sobs) about hurting feelings, etc. Thankfully we were able to hug and kiss and make up. all ended well, but my god, fighting with a three-year-old is tricky business.
i realize that this is no where close to my last fight with a daughter (i can only imagine what baby wah wah has in store for me when she can actually speak rather than bawl her eyes out!)
i do wish we could all just get along, but our wills and our emotions (especially the ones filled with estrogen) are always going to guide us down our own paths, and they will not always converge. but tonight, the battle subsided somewhat peacefully and to me, that is a win. and i'll take those as many times as i can!
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