Picture the scene…
One grumpy 2 year old who was awoken from her nap to go fetch her brother from school.
One 5 year old who by all accounts has had a pretty good day at school, but is tired.
Two mugs of
hot lukewarm chocolate with *exactly* the
same number of marshmallows.
Two small bowls containing identical biscuits, and *exactly* the same number of raisins.
What could possibly go wrong?? Well….
The 2 year old didn’t want a biscuit at all. She got a marshmallow stuck to her nose which was THE END OF THE WORLD. Then dribbled hot chocolate all over herself as she cried about this end of days.
The 5 year old wanted a chocolate one and a plain one, and no raisins. He spilt hot chocolate all over himself, but couldn’t ask for help, and could only cry about it. And he wanted dinner – NOW. And he was “really angry with mummy” for not knowing any of this with her superpower of mind-reading.
Result: a slightly nutty-looking mummy, mirroring her son’s body language, talking faster than the speed of that bloke who just sky-dived from space, accepting that mummy made some mistakes, and yes she should have known all of those things, and it must make her boy feel very sad, and she was very sorry that she made him feel like that, but she was grateful that he let her know how he was feeling.
What next? Mummy threw an act-of-kindness curveball to both of her children. Both got dips in their grab bags – the 2 year old for her earlier bravery during her health visitor check-up and the 5 year old for telling mummy how he felt.
Yes, you read that right – he told me how he felt. *Grins*