Today, someone told me I should smack Linnea.
Context: She had just endured a shoe-fitting, including the purchase of a pair of shoes, and wanted to leave the shoe department in the opposite direction to the one I wanted to take. I hel her arm and pulled; she sat down. I picked her up and planted her facing my direction; she turned around and crawled away. I turned her to my direction and pulled her along the floor using her toddler reins, saying "This isn't funny any more," because I had to pretend I wasn't laughing somehow.
An elderly woman said "When my son did that I used to smack him, but you're not allowed to do that any more." I said "Well, I'm hoping to avoid smacking," and assumed that was the end of it. Oh no. She said "But imagine what she'll be like in a few years' time!"
I had no response. I mean, I had a few afterwards - "Yes, she could be the kind of person who tells random strangers to hit people!" and so on - but at the time, I just sort of stood there in shock, then continued dragging Linnea another couple of paces. In total, it took less than ten steps before she got tired of being dragged (initially she thought it was funny), and another two before she decided to stand up and walk where I wanted her to.
Her jacket and padded dungarees were a bit grotty afterwards. Ho hum. Such is toddlerhood.
The shoes, by the way, will have to be returned. A few hours' wear shows that a fitting on the buckle leaves red marks on her ankles. I can't handle this show thing any more. Can't I just cut off her little toe so she fits in normal shoes?
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Date: 2006-02-08 08:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-02-08 09:16 pm (UTC)Ah, so there's another kid out there with the pseudo-"problem" of broad feet. Seems like the footwear industries tend to regard the notion of humans being fitted with five toes as something of an insult (certainly most women's shoes give the strong impression of being designed for someone with at most four, preferably three). My mum used to deal with the problem by getting the sort of sandals which were adjustable at both the toe end and the ankle strap (both my brother and myself had broader than normal feet). I don't know whether they're still available these days, but if you can find them, they may just solve the problem for Linnea.
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Date: 2006-02-08 09:20 pm (UTC)She almost always ends up wearing boys' ankle boots. Boys shoes are made wider than girls - a boy's G fitting is about a G.5 in girls.
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Date: 2006-02-08 10:45 pm (UTC)I'd have had a hard time of hiding my laughter at her antics, and the visual I have of you pulling her along is funny.
And, sheesh, she didn't deserved to be smacked for that. She's being stubborn, but you won and she ended up doing what you wanted her to, without her getting smacked. Looks like she lived with consequences to me, down to the dirty pants and coat (although I'd guess she really didn't mind that :-) There's no reason to make her afraid of you.
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Date: 2006-02-09 12:00 am (UTC)Oh my god! You must! It was the only place I could buy shoes for the first 16 years of my life! (Unfortunately, their adults' selection completely sucks - they only do fashionable shoes, and their adults' fitters aren't trained in the same way as the children's ones).
There's a Russell & Bromley in Kingston, and there certainly used to be one in Guildford - that's the one I used to go to.
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Date: 2006-02-09 12:21 am (UTC)(I failed; mainly, I think, because I had 2 very headstrong children and a husband who allowed the kids to do whatever they wanted, until it annoyed him, when everything then became my fault, because I was a useless mother who couldnt make the kids behave.)
Certainly not for something like that. One way I used to cope with awkwardness and tantrums in public was to sing AT the kids. The Terrible Song. ##Oh what a terrible song, sing us another one, just like the other one, sing us another one do!## Just threatening them with the Terrible Song was often sufficient. I found it useful, because a mother who is SINGING to her child can't be bad, can she? Even if she is dragging a screaming child by the reins.
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Date: 2006-02-09 06:44 am (UTC)I was critisised heavily afterwards, even though it was a first birthday party & all the other children were babies or older cousins of about 6 or so upwards. No other child was in Kate's age group, they were either babies who did what they were told or older children who were very happy to sit down & eat a hot dog.
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Date: 2006-02-09 06:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-09 06:58 am (UTC)They wouldn't take them back as I had worn them (that's how I knew my feet bled!)
Fortunately I had time during the day, so I sat in their store with my socks off and bloody feet exposed. They eventually offered me an exchange.
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Date: 2006-02-09 09:04 am (UTC)Gah. This attitude annoys me no end. Weegirl has never _ever_ been smacked, and look what a right little madam SHE is!
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Date: 2006-02-09 09:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-09 09:46 am (UTC)She's very very good at crossing roads.
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Date: 2006-02-09 09:53 am (UTC)Have you considered foot binding for her instead? *innocent look*
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Date: 2006-02-09 02:38 pm (UTC)Hooray! I like it when a story ends happily :-)
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Date: 2006-02-09 02:42 pm (UTC)Yes, because EVERYONE who is not a RAGING DELINQUENT was regularly assaulted by their parents at a young age, and behaviour at 20-and-a-bit months is a good gauge of behaviour in future years.
Oh, wait...
Argh. Stupid people.
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Date: 2006-02-09 02:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-09 03:00 pm (UTC)She *is* the "head off to Timbuktoo without Mammy quite happily" type. Though at least I know she won't run into the road most of the time...
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Date: 2006-02-09 03:03 pm (UTC)We don't go to the Clarks shop as both the ones we've tried had rotten fitters who had no idea what they were talking about, and anyway their shoes don't fit Linnea. We go to John Lewis when Our Fitter is on duty, and she helps us.
She's the one who gave us the refund and compensation voucher when Linnea's badly-fitted shoes made her feet bleed. She's fitted us every time since, too. We like her. She doesn't mind being kicked to a pulp on the seventh pair of shoes that pinch.
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Date: 2006-02-09 03:08 pm (UTC)Being a disabled single mum, dealing with a child who had learnt to climb bookcases and on to kitchen units at age 2 to get house keys, so he can unlock the door and scarper while I was asleep, thus requiring the local police forces attention to retrive him.. it was a tad hard to deal with. However fitting a security lock to the stairs door, locking us in at night and sleeping on the keys soon stopped that.
Now I'm a little older, Adam is too and I'm no longer a single mum, we as a family don't do smacking. Period. Not for the past 2 years in fact. I took some parenting classes, got a new perspective on his behavior and my reactions to it, and learnt a whole load of new techniques to deal with him. I still feel guilty about the fact I ever did hit him, but now we don't and won't with any other child we have.
Linnea is lucky to have a understanding mum like yourself. I never envied my friends who were pregnant and had a toddler.. it seemed like a lot of added stress, at a time when being the main carer of a toddler is stressful enough. I wish you the serenity of mind to deal with all things and a quick end to any nausea :)
Thinking of you all
Liz
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Date: 2006-02-09 03:13 pm (UTC)And I'm not a single mother, and because I was still largely immobile by the time she learned to crawl, I got safety gates *everywhere* - I knew she was going ot be an explorer like her maternal ancestors. The gate in front of the front door is *very* difficult to open, even for grownups. In a fire I'd have to climb over it to get out.
And the nausea has mostly passed, touch wood, and things are getting easier. :)
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Date: 2006-02-09 09:06 pm (UTC)The "so they know it hurts" thing is applied to biting, too, and people say that you must bite the child back when they bite.
But the child already knows it hurts.
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Date: 2006-02-10 01:39 pm (UTC)Being pregnant with a toddler is very hard work, though Kate was older than Linnea as she was 2 & 2 weeks when Holly was conceived. It's also wonderful to talk about the baby growing inside you & have big cuddles. Kate called Holly, Tiny Baby, when she was a bump & she still calls her that when she's being affectionate :)
"She *is* the "head off to Timbuktoo without Mammy quite happily" type."
Date: 2006-02-10 09:26 pm (UTC)the first anyone knew about claire's travels was when the dustbin-man rang at the front door, asking whether this li'l lass they'd seen walking determinedly down the semi-main road onto which the house's not-really-a-road ran's pavement "lives here?"...
we could tease her, years later, with having been "the baby the dustbin-men threw back."