The apple really does not fall far from the tree.
I was a difficult child. I’ve heard stories—horror stories—about how I ran off nannies one by one just with my sheer stubbornness and general bitchiness—as a kid! And growing up didn’t make me less bitchy or stubborn, and neither did getting married or having a kid.
So I am not all surprised to see Celestine grow up to be a spitting image of her mother. If her bitch fits at 10 months old are signs of things to come, then I sure got a loooong lifetime ahead of me. I’d like to think that I should not complain, though, because I don’t mind raising a feisty lady. As they say, Well-behaved women seldom make history.
Oops, I’m getting way ahead of myself.
While it seems amusing right now coming from a baby, I really have to find a way to nip these tantrums in the bud, or else they are going to worsen. And they seem to already have.
Normally, Celestine—who is turning one in less than 2 months—would usually just stomp or drop her feet her big feet repeatedly or just cry and scream (yes at the same time) when she wants something she couldn’t get. But this afternoon during one of our pre-bedtime playtimes, Celestine introduced a new way of throwing a fit — She pinched me really hard using both her hands and then bit down on my tummy twice just because I refused to give her my phone. My mom had to intervene and had to let her cry it out because I still don’t know how to enforce discipline. I mean, how DO you discipline a 10-month-old? It’s not like she understands what “no” really means (She literally laughs at me every time I say no. I have proof).
It’s not really knowing what to do I’m struggling with, it’s HOW to do what needs to be done. Because really, how do you expect a stubborn 26-year-old mother to know the first thing about that something she seriously lacks?
I have a feeling discipline is one aspect—and the most important one, at that— of motherhood that I’m really going to have problems with.
Wish me luck! I’m gonna need it!