We are in the middle of an all-out war for control in my house, centered around potty training. Everything is a fight, and the punishments have been escalating while I try to out-will my son.
One of the things I'm trying is taking away every privilege, from toys to TV, when he doesn't do what I want, and then making him earn them back.
Unfortunately, Sam's will is as strong as mine, and he is now toy-less and TV-less and has even been Bobby-less.
The amazing thing is: my son is happy. I can put him in his room, or let him wander the house, and he doesn't miss his toys or TV, because his imagination is so HUGE he needs none of it.
Part of me is so frustrated that this isn't working as well as I would like. But most of me is so thrilled at his resilience!
Nothing stops him from imagining dragons, monsters, waterfalls and these great adventures that he has and tells me about later. He's a butterfly breaking out of his cocoon, or climbing a mountain of pillows on a grand adventure.
I sure wish he would obey me, but the joy I feel in discovering his imagination in full force has been a surprising gift in this ordeal. He's going to be even more fun as he gets older!
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Whao! He's been Bobby-less now???
ha ha.
Sam's a hoot. And I hope , that for your sake, he starts getting with the "Cuz I Said So" program!!!!
I guess you realize by now that by punishing Sam--or trying to--you're also punishing yourself. Your precious son truly is a "trip"! Brings back memories of days loooonng gone by. Love you. Mrs. A.
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