Vai and his Chipped Tooth Story
THIS is one not-so-good example of what could happen when a 3yo boy :
… refused to listen
… insisted on brushing his own teeth but ended up playing with the water tap and licking his toothpaste off the brush
… screamed, cried and wriggled with all his might when finally told to stand on the bathroom stool while Daddy went to brush his teeth instead
Yep, our little Vai in the end slipped and knocked his tooth on the basin.
As I watched in horror.
We quickly checked, and *sigh* I was SO thankful that he DID NOT knocked ALL his front teeth or something. There’s no blood. Just very minor grazes on his upper lip.
He continued to scream and cry, but we noticed it’s not because he’s in pain. BUT BECAUSE he did NOT get to continue on with what he was doing!
Gee, I felt so mad at the time.
It was like, ‘If only you had LISTENED, it wouldn’t have happened!’
I broke down when the kids were in bed.
I felt drained.
I felt like putting the blame on someone, but I knew I couldn’t because it totally was an accident. It’s just a phase.
Just one of the many ‘adventures’ we moms go through every day.
[Btw, Vai was all smiles and cuddly towards us again within 10 minutes after the incident! I think WE were more affected by what's happened than the kid himself.]
You know, that night when I was feeling tired, drained and frustrated, I remembered about other families who have gone through ‘tougher experiences’ with their kids.
And I thought, ‘Well, at least Vai only chipped ONE of his ‘milk’ teeth’.
My now 18 year old daughter told me when she was about 3, “you’re not the boss of me!”. She has developed incredibly strong leadership skills but we had to help guide her away from being bossy to being a leader as she grew up. Your Vai may be the same way. Perhaps he is on his way to being a great leader. Being assertive is not bad. They are trying to find out who they are and what works and doesn’t work. Now it’s your job to guide them in that.
Put in the hard work and I promise you will look back with fond memories when you sit in your quiet house, typing a blog comment wishing they were little again.
And so told myself, oh well … my case is not THAT bad actually.
Let’s move on.
I’d love to hear about them!