It's 5:47am.. and you have been up for over 1 hour. At 4:40 you asked for a sippy cup (you always go to bed with one) For the first time I said no. No is a powerful word for a 3 year old. You probably think I'm pretty mean right now - but trust me I get no joy from this!
For the past few months you have controlled your eating schedule - I'm taking it back. I got on that slipply slope - a dangerous place to be. At the bottom of the slope I ended up begging you to eat anything just so I didn't feel like I was starving you. I now know that if you miss dinner, by your choice, that you can also miss snack, by my choice and wait until breakfast - without an extra sippy cup.
Motherhood, at times like these, is hard. You know inside your devious head that all I want to do is spoil you and you have taken advantage of that. I love you Eli. Tough love sucks.
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