Her cheeks are flushed, and her little frame shakes with tears. My daughter collapses onto the floor of the department store’s changing room in a fit of frustration. Her grandmother is about to buy her a lovely dress, yet my daughter is furious because she wanted three dresses. Yes, even the one she insisted didn’t “twirl right,” and the one she outright refused to try on. Despite their perceived shortcomings, she wants to take home every single dress. Instead of saying “thank you!” to Grandma, she wails and kicks on the grimy dressing room floor.
She’s not a brat; she’s just a 3-year-old.
Her adorable little friend invites her to join in a game of “walk the stick.” (What even is that? Who knows.) My daughter kindly declines. The disappointment on her friend’s face is palpable. “Sophie?” I gently remind her, “Remember how sad you were last week when you wanted to play Rescue Bots and your friends said no? This is how Emma feels right now. How about you give ‘walk the stick’ a try for a few minutes?” My daughter looks at me with a blank expression. “No, thank you!” she chirps, turning away.
She’s not heartless; she’s just a 3-year-old.
When it’s time to use the bathroom before we leave the house, my daughter outright refuses. “Oh, perfect, because Mommy really needs to go,” I fib, scrambling to the bathroom. “Do you have to go really badly?” she asks, intrigued. “Are you going to pee your pants?” I solemnly nod and watch her bolt ahead of me to the toilet.
She’s not a sadist; she’s just a 3-year-old.
“May I watch Rescue Bots when we get home?” she asks. “Yes, you can!” I reply cheerfully. “Your sister has piano lessons, and you can watch an episode before we hit the grocery store.” Suddenly, my cheerful child throws her bowl of snacks to the floor of the minivan, arching her back in outrage. “But I want to watch ALL THE SHOWS!!!” she yells, eyes wide.
She’s not ungrateful; she’s just a 3-year-old.
“It’s time for your bath!” I declare, filling the tub with water. “But I caaaan’t!” she cries. “My knee hurts!”
“Would you like a Band-Aid?” I suggest kindly.
“NO! THAT WILL MAKE IT WORSE!” she snaps, clearly offended by my suggestion.
“Should we put some cream on it?” I ask. Had she the dexterity, she would have rolled her eyes at me. Instead, she sighs dramatically and hides her face in her hands, clearly thinking we’re all a bunch of clueless adults.
She’s not a drama queen; she’s just a 3-year-old.
In the presence of my little threenager, I hardly go a few minutes without witnessing her mini meltdowns. She cries over real or imagined injustices, be it my refusal to let her consume an entire box of organic fruit snacks or the misalignment of her nightlight. It’s as if she’s perpetually on the edge, like she just found out chocolate is banned and her favorite show got canceled. Sometimes I contemplate mixing some mood stabilizers into her yogurt tube.
But then I remind myself: she’s not out of control. She’s just a 3-year-old.
In truth, she can be a bit of a brat. But thankfully, this phase won’t last forever.
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Summary
This article humorously captures the trials of parenting a 3-year-old, highlighting the emotional rollercoaster that comes with little ones’ tantrums, frustrations, and unexpected outbursts. It reminds parents that these behaviors are normal for this age and reassures them that this phase is temporary.
Keyphrase: 3-year-old behavior
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