Do they ever grow out of it?
My children are currently in the phase of copying and pasting each other in EVERYTHING they do.
I usually don’t mind that much. I have learned to adapt. I buy Iliana a lollipop, I buy one for Yiannis as well. I need to change Iliana’s pjs because she vomited on them, Yiannis demands to change into a clean pair as well (even though his is spotless). Unless the circumstances ask for differential treatment (such as birthdays, namedays or sick days) I treat them equally.
I know what you think: Why do I give in? Well…I have decided to pick my battles. Yiannis can be exhaustively stubborn and I can be extremely tired at the end of the day. Furthermore, one of my resolutions this year was to say more often yes than no, right? If it were up to my son we could argue about anything & everything. I am trying to convince myself that it is a trait what will serve him well later in his life. Iliana is generally easier to handle but once we go down the negotiation road she follows closely in Yiannis’s footsteps.
Yesterday the copying-pasting thing reached its peak. After visiting the pediatrician for the 3rd time in the last two weeks, we stopped by the drug store to get all the necessary evil to put us on the right track again. We ran into our close friends D. & V. who volunteered to take both kids into the hairdresser’s next door until I finished getting all the stuff we needed. Aaaahhhhh…perfect. I had the next five minutes all alone.
I chatted up the drug store owner, felt gratitude towards my generous friends who gave me the gift of alone time and finished my shopping. Upon leaving the store I suddenly remembered the promise of 1 lollipop for each. I politely asked if I could take 2 for my kids (the son of the owner gave me the don’t-give-me-that-crap-you-just-want-them-for-yourself look), chose 2 interesting enough flavors and left.
The moment I stepped into the hairdresser’s Yianni did not lose any time and demanded his promised lollipop (if you ever contemplate with not following through what you have promised Yianni, think again). I take them out of the bag, show them to my kids and slowly start spelling the flavors: c-h-e-r-r-y annnnnnnnnnnnnnddddddddd w-a-t-e-r-m-e-l…I WANT THE WATERMELON, shouted Iliana. Yiannis’s already tense look turned into the evil-brother-ready-to-murder-his-younger sister look, NOOOOOOOOOOOO…..I WANT THE WATERMELONNNNNNNNNN.
Oh….I snapped. I lost it. I was furious & totally overreacting. I started preaching on how ungrateful they were only to realise a few minutes later that the only one who urgently needed a time out was me. The realization of a parent.
Until next time