My sister once referred being a mom to getting pecked to death by a duck. I now know what she means.
Every kid goes through a stage when, for some reason, saying "mom" just once to get your attention is horribly insufficient. In their little minds, it takes a whole barrage of "mom"s to get the job done properly, despite said mother's best efforts to respond to the very first "mom", and therefore avoid the rest of the dreaded onslaught.
Carter is currently stuck in this stage.
He has to say my name at LEAST 4 times before he can ask or tell me anything. I've tried a variety of tactics to somehow overthrow this annoying habit of his, all to no avail.
For instance, I've tried responding to each and every "mom" the same way, hoping he'd get tired of the monotonous response. "Mom?" Yes? "MOooom." Yes? "Mommy." Yes? Etc.
Then, I tried responding in a different way each time, hoping that somehow I'd hit the right response he was looking for, and he'd be satisfied.
"Mom?" Yes, honey? "MOooom!" What is it Carter? "Mommy?" I'm right here, babe. What's up? Etc.
I tried responding once and ignoring the rest. "Mom?" What? "Mom? Mommy? MOoooom!"
Then I tried mocking him. "Mom?" Carter? "Mommy?" Carter? Etc.
Then, I gave into my nerves and just shouted back at him, "WHAT?!"
*sigh* It's hopeless I'm afraid. I just pray he'll grow out of it before I snap.
Being pecked to death by a duck, indeed.
Every kid goes through a stage when, for some reason, saying "mom" just once to get your attention is horribly insufficient. In their little minds, it takes a whole barrage of "mom"s to get the job done properly, despite said mother's best efforts to respond to the very first "mom", and therefore avoid the rest of the dreaded onslaught.
Carter is currently stuck in this stage.
He has to say my name at LEAST 4 times before he can ask or tell me anything. I've tried a variety of tactics to somehow overthrow this annoying habit of his, all to no avail.
For instance, I've tried responding to each and every "mom" the same way, hoping he'd get tired of the monotonous response. "Mom?" Yes? "MOooom." Yes? "Mommy." Yes? Etc.
Then, I tried responding in a different way each time, hoping that somehow I'd hit the right response he was looking for, and he'd be satisfied.
"Mom?" Yes, honey? "MOooom!" What is it Carter? "Mommy?" I'm right here, babe. What's up? Etc.
I tried responding once and ignoring the rest. "Mom?" What? "Mom? Mommy? MOoooom!"
Then I tried mocking him. "Mom?" Carter? "Mommy?" Carter? Etc.
Then, I gave into my nerves and just shouted back at him, "WHAT?!"
*sigh* It's hopeless I'm afraid. I just pray he'll grow out of it before I snap.
Being pecked to death by a duck, indeed.
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