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Monday, December 17, 2012

Cold Children

For the past few weeks I've had a fight with my two-year-old toddler every morning over wearing a winter coat. He refused, I insisted. He'd cry, wail, stomp, flail on the ground, run away. I pursued. Most mornings I'd finally relent and say "Ok, wear that jacket, but when you go outside at school remember how cold you are and wear your jacket tomorrow!"

Two-year-olds don't remember that kind of stuff. The battle marched on.

I'm writing this now because I think I may have won. Saying that I've probably jinxed myself. But every day last week he wore his winter coat!

My husband would urge me to relax, let him be, to realize maybe he wasn't as cold as I thought he was. The problem is, I am always cold. I'm always putting on an extra sweater, turning up the heat, drinking hot coffee to warm up.  My middle son is like this.

Other people in my family are always hot. They prefer cooler weather, don't mind going outside with only a light jacket, sleep without an extra blanket at night. They are clearly nuts.

It's hard for me to realize that my children are separate from me. They are mine, a part of me. If I'm cold, it only makes sense that they are, too. I should be able to know how they feel and what they need. It freaks me out when they claim to want something different from I think they should want. It's just another step towards their independence.

Of course, even though the two-year-old is wearing his winter coat, some kids in the house are still doing whatever they want.

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