Hollie’s a picky eater. She’s got the foods she likes and she sticks with them. She’s an only child. She likes her alone time. She’s also an independent child. She doesn’t like being bossed around by me and Charlie.
More than once on vacation we found ourselves in a standoff with Hollie.
Over going to play golf. She didn’t want to. We did.
Over leaving the wave pool at the water park. She didn’t want to. We did.
Over going out for dinner. She didn’t want to. We did.
Over eating what she’d ordered. She refused.
Over leaving the Hilton Resort Orlando after checkout on Thursday. We had to.
We fight over brushing her hair.
We fight over brushing her teeth.
These days it seems like we fight about pretty much everything. Which is a good thing. It means she trusts us enough to state her desires with some confidence they’ll be met.
It means she has specific desires and is learning how to rationally explain those desires.
I ask questions to get her to elaborate on her logic. I sometimes let her win.
Being willing to fight means she’s assertive enough to get what she wants. It means she won't be bullied, go along with the crowd, or believe her wants don’t matter.
Then, last week, I read this blog post about letting a little girl say “no.” And I did what I think the blogger wanted me to do, I really thought about it.