![]() Yes, the very same home she couldn’t bear to leave in the first place. Once we would get to an event, I couldn’t get her to go home. She remembered how sad she was about story time, she remembered that it was because we didn’t leave on time, but she still could not manage to leave home to go her event. The next time a similar situation arose, I reminded her of the story time incident, and how we would miss this event, too, if we didn’t leave on time. She, of course, could not completely understand, and got very upset that I wouldn’t take her. I explained to her that we missed it, it was over we have to wait until next week. My heart broke, and I hated that she had to learn this lesson. I’m ready to go to story time now! I have my coat! I’m ready to go!” Sure enough, later in the day, my sweet girl came up to me happily and told me, “OK, mommy. I decided to I would have to let her learn this lesson, and next time, certainly, she’ll leave when it’s time. I did my best to explain to her, in terms she could understand, that if we did not leave right away, we would miss it, and if she decides she wants to go later, we won’t be able to go because it will be over. ![]() I explained that her friends would be there, we were going to hear stories and there would be songs. She wasn’t involved in anything special at home, no TV or art project. One time when Bean was about 2 years old, we were supposed to leave for story time, which was one of her favorite activities. ![]() Despite all my research, I could not figure out why Bean had such a hard time with these simple, everyday tasks. No funny noises, funny faces, crazy dances, promises of rewards. No turning on Dora just so they would be distracted enough that mom could quickly slip on their clothes without them even noticing. No imaginative turning-their-child’s-mouth-into-a-dollhouse-and-cleaning-all-the-furniture-inside tooth brushing games. No constant singing of songs to make the tasks fun and inviting. And these parents, they didn’t have to use the constant creative tactics I did. When I witnessed other kids happily going through their daily routine of getting ready and out the door, my jaw would drop to the floor. It seemed that nothing was ever easy with her. Fight getting dressed fight getting undressed, fight leaving home fight returning home. She would fight having her teeth brushed, fight getting her face washed, fight getting in the car seat, fight getting strapped into the stroller. This was our daily, sometimes hourly, lament with Bean.
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