Some times my son just leaves me speechless, and yes, not always in a good way! Last week, we had a 20 minute stand-off. I wanted him to get ready for Nursery School and asked him to take his pyjama bottoms off. Something he is more than capable of doing. This request, lead to an absolute meltdown. I was looking for Mr Independent, Monkey was looking for his slave!
Having an only child has lots of benefits, but also comes with its own issues. I feel constantly guilty that he doesn’t, and now, won’t have, the sibling relationship I enjoyed as a child. All of his friends have younger brothers or a twin sister. I spoil him, I know I do, reviewing doesn’t always help. He gets so much of my time, especially as I’ve not worked since he was born.
That’s great in many ways, but not always the case when you want him to be Mr Independent. Getting dressed is one of those areas, where if there had been another child in the house, or I’d been working, things here would have been different. Monkey can get dressed in parts, by himself, when he feels like it. In general he chooses not to, at all. Why should I, you can see him thinking? I have you, my slave, at my beck and call. Why should I make it easy for you Mummy, when we have the battle to get ready for school every morning!
I’m aware that I don’t help myself. It’s been easier to dress him, even with the battles, than make him dress himself. I know his friends dress themselves from tip to toe without any issues. I feel guilty that I’m stopping him from being Mr Independent.
On Monday morning, he was happily playing in his pj’s whilst I was getting ready for the day. I’d left his clothes on the bed, ready to get him dressed, once I was. My mobile rang, I was chatting to Daddy P, when all of a sudden, into the bedroom walks a fully dressed Monkey, brushing his hair. Mr Independent! Blimey. He was so pleased with himself.
He’s repeated the same procedure for the last two mornings. Admittedly, we’ve had pants on inside out, and socks on back to front. But Mr Independent seems to finally be enjoying a bit of control. Whether this can be maintained when we’re up against the clock and it’s not at his leisure? We’ll see! I’m enjoying Mr Independent whilst I can.