My 4 and a half year old daughter is growing up. Sure, she is growing faster than a weed and has these long gangly legs and arms that are covered with bruises most of the time, but it’s more than that. I have a few reasons to believe that she is, and that my hard work is finally paying off. It’s like pay day. Or at least knowing that you are going to get paid, even if it is months or years away. That knowing that will keep me going…
When I place dinner down in front of her, she eats it.
This might now seem like such a big deal, and Daisy hasn’t always been a fussy eater, but there was always an eye roll, a dramatic “YUCK” each and every time a meal was placed in front of her (regardless of whether it was her favourite thing). The last week or so she has eyed it suspiciously, but got stuck in with gusto even saying things like “this is DELICIOUS Mum”. Well der, of course it is. It’s almost like she gets that she’s hungry and she better eat it because there ain’t nothing else coming.
She lets me wash AND brush her hair.
My biggest struggle with Daisy (and boy are there a few) is the hair. The brushing of the hair. The washing of the hair. The tying of the hair. The everything of the hair. And again, over the past few weeks, she has started to brush her hair HERSELF. Let me brush it. And last night? The creme de la creme? She said “Can you wash my hair every night? It feels so nice!”. I promptly fainted and made her say it again to Rob just so he heard.
She apologised to me unassisted.
Yesterday she had a huge shit fight tantrum (some things don’t change) and I basically ignored her. Which made things worse, sure, but we got there in the end. About 5 minutes later she came and said to me “I’m sorry I yelled at you Mum”. SHE WAS SORRY. Payday MOFO’s, payday.
She sleeps in till after 6am sometimes even 6.30am
For a kid who sometimes thought that 4.30am was a reasonable time to start the day, this is a breakthrough. Big time. Sure, there are still mornings when she wakes up like the most pissed off, crankiest human being in the world who needs a good kick up the arse, but 6.30 is like some kind of miracle from the Gods.
Manners (to me) have been given without being asked.
Even the baby is catching onto this one! Each and every time I place a meal in front of my kids, or get something off a shelf for them I say “thanks Mum!” more to make myself feel better for the fact that I am an unpaid slave to two small people when I used to be valued in a workplace! With adults! This means that I probably say “Thanks Mum!” 4679 times a day which also adds to my general insanity….BUT…I figured that one day they would say it themselves. And they have! THEY HAVE!
These are but small, uninteresting things to anyone other than a mother, BUT they show some progress. Some hope. Some light at the end of a very long tunnel of raising a baby and a toddler that it does work. It can happen. You too will have a child that will be kind, and thoughtful and rested and with a well rounded palette! That is, until this afternoon when she gets home from Preschool feral and overtired, yelling at me to get her something to eat before gorging on it and then not eating dinner. Sigh…