It occurred to me this weekend that I ask my toddler a lot of questions.
Do you want to draw? Do you want to go outside? Do you want noodles? Do you want to read that same mind-numbingly boring book that we just read one more time?
It’s somehow ingrained in me that this is the way to talk to a child. That to be a good mother is to offer choices and empower my daughter to make her own decisions. And then she learned the word “no.”
Do you want a bagel? No. Do you want to clean up? No. Can I have a kiss? No.
You get the idea.
So, there’s now a new world order at our house. No more questions. I am giving up my hippie mama ways and instituting a dictatorship. There are no more “yes” or “no” questions. I’ll let you know how this goes.
And for those of you who have gone through this–and survived–please send any and all parenting tips my way.