Guilt or Victory?
Jul. 16th, 2008 09:08 amOne of Madeline's interests of late is to go into my walk-in closet and explore. It's interesting how Malkhos and I interpret this activity differently.
"She'll just go in there and wreak havoc," he tells me.
"Oh, let her explore," I say.
"She'll only leave a swath of destruction in her wake," he predicts ominously.
"Your militarized language is a bit excessive," I reply.
This morning, as soon as Madeline went into the closet, Malkhos shooed her out, which sent her to me, crying (faked); she somehow knows I'll give in but the trade-off for me is she'll actually let me hold and hug her while I comfort her in her pretend despair.
Once her tears subsided, I let her go back into the closet, knowing too that this would predicate one of Malkhos's unmitigated disaster assessments.
"See? See?" he says, pointing at something I can't even see through the wall.
I go into the closet and he points to several empty hangers from which she's pulled off the clothes. She's also opened drawers and half-emptied them, so I start putting the clothes back where they belong. In the meantime, Malkhos picks up an empty hanger that's snapped in two.
"What should I do with this?" he says. "Should I spank her?"
"No spanking," I say, the thought being too close to Mommie Dearest for my comfort. "Throw it away. No, wait, keep it for a minute. Go show it to her."
"Why? So she can gloat over her victory?" he says, using that military analogy again.
"No, silly; so she'll develop a conscience and feel bad that's she's broken my hanger," I say.
"She won't unless you spank her," he said.
"Chrissakes, I'm not spanking her over it! Give it to me. I'll make her feel guilty about it. That's a mother's province anyway."
"She'll just go in there and wreak havoc," he tells me.
"Oh, let her explore," I say.
"She'll only leave a swath of destruction in her wake," he predicts ominously.
"Your militarized language is a bit excessive," I reply.
This morning, as soon as Madeline went into the closet, Malkhos shooed her out, which sent her to me, crying (faked); she somehow knows I'll give in but the trade-off for me is she'll actually let me hold and hug her while I comfort her in her pretend despair.
Once her tears subsided, I let her go back into the closet, knowing too that this would predicate one of Malkhos's unmitigated disaster assessments.
"See? See?" he says, pointing at something I can't even see through the wall.
I go into the closet and he points to several empty hangers from which she's pulled off the clothes. She's also opened drawers and half-emptied them, so I start putting the clothes back where they belong. In the meantime, Malkhos picks up an empty hanger that's snapped in two.
"What should I do with this?" he says. "Should I spank her?"
"No spanking," I say, the thought being too close to Mommie Dearest for my comfort. "Throw it away. No, wait, keep it for a minute. Go show it to her."
"Why? So she can gloat over her victory?" he says, using that military analogy again.
"No, silly; so she'll develop a conscience and feel bad that's she's broken my hanger," I say.
"She won't unless you spank her," he said.
"Chrissakes, I'm not spanking her over it! Give it to me. I'll make her feel guilty about it. That's a mother's province anyway."
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Date: 2008-07-16 06:39 pm (UTC)*Hides from Malkhos*
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Date: 2008-07-16 07:12 pm (UTC)I think children need to explore and be creative--exploring is a form of creativity, after all; he thinks they need to be orderly and rational. From a practical perspective, that's impossible at her age. I didn't even have the heart to lay a guilt trip on her, either--see? a beneficient and kind protector.
Malkhos asks me what I'd do if she took her "rainbow"--that's what she calls it, but really it's the arm of her and Andrew's former crib mobile, long disassembled by their antics--and smashed up my beloved Royal Doulton pieces, of which I have only a few. "Throw it away, I guess. Maybe yell a little bit. Probably blame you for not watching her closely enough." :)
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Date: 2008-07-16 07:57 pm (UTC)I'm afraid I have been hiding from LJ somewhat. I haven't kept up with friends' entries either, unfortunately. I came across this in a random skim, if you will...
But I'm very touched that you've been concerned. :) Thank you.
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Date: 2008-07-16 08:12 pm (UTC)Re: my Narnia
Date: 2008-07-17 03:36 am (UTC)By the way, have you taken your camping holiday to France yet?
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