Samantha is starting to show a little attitude every once in a while. I get eye rolls, foot stomping, and door slamming. It’s pretty infrequent and mild, but I know this is just the beginning to life with tweens.
Friday was a particularly bad day. Samantha was tired and not feeling well and just flat out cranky. She was telling me no, yelling at me, stomping her feet, throwing things, and she even hit and kicked me. Not cool.
I admit, I was kind of amused because she is only five. So, I made the really mature decision to annoy her. Just because I could. Samantha may have a little attitude, but she does not have my temper. I can easily outdo her. So, I mimicked her. She hates that. I whined, made faces, stomped my foot in response to her actions (although, I did not hit or kick her).
After five minutes, I had won. She ran behind a couch, curled up, tucked her head down, and wouldn’t look at or speak to me. I felt like a jerk.
I tried to sit next to her and apologize. I tried to get her to look at me, but she only pouted. So I pulled the old diversion trick out of the tool box. I put on some music and started to dance with Penny.
As I bounced Penny around, I saw Samantha peeking at us. Dancing is one of her favorite things to do. I picked her up and started bouncing her like I did when she was a baby. She clung to my neck, and soon she had her head thrown back, was laughing, and bouncing along. All was forgiven and the tweenish attitude was gone.
I don’t know what I’m going to do when I can’t make it all better with a little dancing.
Hope you all have a Happy Thanksgiving tomorrow!