The Force Is Strong With This One
Most of my friends have had the experience of consoling me after I have been dealing with my daughter’s strength. “The force is strong with this one” seems to be a blissful statement that doesn’t even begin to touch on her perception of her capabilities.
I was fighting it hard. But for all my efforts, trying to teach this tiny woman with an iron clad will that she would submit seemed to be useless. I am a fundamentalist. And there was a part of me that believed that ‘good parenting’ meant submissive children. Enter massive issue…..my daughter will not submit, she wants to lead.
I was taking the reins off her and she was grabbing them back. So I changed tack.
Good parenting isn’t having submissive children, but it is teaching children well. My daughter wants to lead, so I’ve started teaching her (at 4!) what excellent leaders do. Of course I don’t use words like leadership with her, they’d go over her head, but in child friendly terminology, I’m training her to be someone who is hopefully worth listening to. We call it being the boss. It looks something like this:
If you’re the boss in the playground, bosses are never, ever mean. They look around and find kids who are on their own and if they want to play, good bosses always find them a friend, or be their friend. Bosses need to be the kindest kids to show the other kids what to do.
If you’re the boss in class time, you listen to everything the teacher says and do it straight away. Bosses show other kids how to be obedient so that everyone is safe and happy.
If you’re the boss of your stuff (school bag etc) you put it in the car in the morning. If you’re in charge you need to do it well so that people know they can trust you. She absolutely loves ticking the jobs off her tick chart (pictures with her responsibilities in the morning) and knowing that she is in charge of getting things done.
We all have ups and downs as parents. That’s a given. But one of my biggest ups this year was when another parent approached me and said “are you the mother of (my daughter’s name)?”. “Yes” I replied, quivering inside, just waiting to be informed of what my strong little lass may have done….
“Oh thankyou” they beamed! They went on to explain further that their child had often come home to say that my daughter had looked after him and been kind and made sure he was ok. My sigh of relief was huge, but it made me think, maybe, just maybe, training the leaders of tomorrow does start at four.
