Negotiator: Part Two

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Dinner Time again:

Mom: Drink your soup. 

Son: Digger after dinner, Mammy.

Mom: No digger today. You threw the fork on the floor, remember? 

Son: No digger, no soup. 

Mom: No soup and no digger then. (Took away the soup.)

Son had couple bites of rice then stopped.

Son: I want to play cho cho train. 

Mom: No train. You threw the spoon on the floor, remember? 

Son: No throwing fork and spoon on the floor. 知道(I understand) !

Mom: 知道就好啦,食飯。(That’s good. Eat.)

Son: Digger after dinner? 

Mom: Tomorrow.

Son: Bus after dinner? 

Mom: Ok. Eat. 

Yes, I have a two year old negotiator. 


Negotiator: Part One

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Son loves diggers

Waiting for food at dinner time

Son was putting the crayons into the small pouch. He suddenly rolled his eye and the evil smile grew on his face. Happily he pushed the pouch off the table to the floor. (Oh yeah, mammy saw it but she didn’t say anything.) 

Son: Oh No!!!! I dropped it.

Mom: You dropped it you執 (pick it up). No more drawing as you did it purposely. 

Son:Daddy執,please! (Daddy picked it up. Son smiled.)

Son picked up a fork in slow motion ready to drop on the floor.

Mom: You drop it, you can’t play digger tomorrow. 

Son dropped it on the floor. Then picked up a spoon in slow motion with his mouth wide opened. 

Mom: You drop it, you can’t play cho cho train tomorrow. 

Sure, he dropped it. Now picked up the whole plate. 

Mom: You drop it, you can’t play any toys tomorrow. 

Son: No digger? (Mammy nod her head) No cho cho train? (nod) No Legos? (nod) No bus?

Mom: No toys. Any toys. 

Son put down the plate on table. Quiet for a minute. 

Son: Tomorrow Sunday

Mom: Tomorrow is Monday. 

Son: Tomorrow Daycare (smile)

Mom: I know. (You have toys in daycare.)

Yes, I have a two year old.

What more can I ask for?

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Chinese always believe that a person’s character is born with and is fully revealed at 3 year old (三歲定八十 ). I believe so and encourage other parents to let your children grow in their own pace and on their own way.  I definitely am not a tiger mom.  I let my son be himself. And I am glad that God give me a son who inspires and surprises me everyday.  If my Grandma was still around, she would have so much fun with him.  

What happened two days ago was something I never expected from a two year old: 

My husband, was working in the garage while I was playing with my son at the front yard.  As I looked up, I saw my husband hit a the long steal rod that was sticking out of the big clamper that he used to keep the freezer door closed. He dropped to the ground and in pain. So I quickly picked up my son in my left arm and rushed into the garage.

Son: Daddy, Daddy!

Me: Put pressure on your head. (Checked that husband is conscious and can walk.) Into the house! 

Son quickly jumped onto Mammy, put both hands on Mammy’s neck and hang tight. I pulled my husband up with my other hand. When we got into the house, Son jumped on the ground. 

Me: Stay with Daddy. (Went to get the first aid kit.)

When I got back, Son was there and he stepped back so I could help Daddy. I cleaned and covered the wound. Son was trying to help by keep passing me oinments, bandaids, stuff that he could find in the first aid kit. After I am done with the wound, I looked at my son and realized he was very frightened. 

Me: Come here, Son. (Reaching out to hug him). Mammy knows it is very scary. Mammy knows you are very worried about Daddy. You are so brave! 

P: (Bursed out) 抱抱 (hugs)! (He was shaking.) 

Son, you are so brave! At this young age of yours, you know you need to put down your feeling for a moment to help your Daddy. You know the true meaning of love!

My little brave man