While taking a family walk yesterday afternoon, the husband dropped a bomb on me. Daycare said we need to work on "no" with Bridget, he said. My initial thought was that maybe she was being a little precocious and curious and climbing on furniture or throwing food or something. He continued, saying that she's been slapping other kids and smiling when the the teachers said "No!" I was shocked! My daughter is a bully? As someone who was mildly bullied as a kid, there was no way I was letting my child turn into a bully. We definitely cannot let that happen. We must nip this in the bud! And I don’t want to turn into one of those parents who thinks their child can do no wrong either even though up until that point, I still thought of her as my little angel baby.
Daycare suggested that next time she is being naughty and thinks the word “no” is hilarious, we should remove her from the situation and put her in her pack n play or someplace without any toys. Apparently, just picking her up and moving her like I had been doing is positive reinforcement since she gets a free ride and attention from mommy.
Right now, Bridget is screaming at the top of her lungs because I told her no and put her in her play yard. She was doing the slapping motion on me, which I now know what daycare is referring to is just her playing, not being malicious. But still, slapping is slapping, and it's no good when she's doing it to other kids. Poor Bridgey.
I was not looking forward to this part of parenting, and I didn’t expect the sassyness to come on so soon. I thought she’d be at least one before we’d have to worry about any kind of discipline. Guess I was a little naive! Discipline’s gotta be the suckiest part of parenting, I imagine, but I guess I gotta start sometime and determine what works and what doesn’t.
The slapping thing did haunt me all last night, though. While I was giving Bridget a bath, I just kept wondering and worrying about if she was just being silly or if every little thing from now on is going to lead to bad habits if we don’t correct it. Like splashing in the bathtub or holding her rubber ducky under water. I just got horrible images of her in the future wanting to hold living things under water--not to be evil, just because she didn’t know it was wrong. Gosh, how morbid. Sorry about that. Gotta love this paranoid motherhood thing.
I don’t know. Anyone have some words of wisdom/encouragement/like experiences to share? This probably isn’t even a big deal, but I’m still a first-time parent, so I can make it one, right? Right.