I Do it Myself

Posted on | February 13, 2012 | 5 Comments

We’ve entered into the era of semi-self -sufficiency.

It’s a terrifying world of juice spilled over the top of sippy cups, toothpaste squirted on everything but the brush, and crazy non-matching clothes. No matter what it is, my son is convinced he can do it by himself.

He wants to put the DVD in the player.  He wants to turn on the television.  He wants to run the bath water.  He wants to cook dinner on the BIG stove. 

He wants to drive my freaking car. 

Seriously. Every morning we have the conversation that no, he’s not quite big enough to drive the car yet and every afternoon he climbs out of his carseat and into the front seat of the car and pretends to drive.  It’s like my life is flashing forward 14 years AND I DO NOT LIKE IT.

I know I’m supposed to encourage independence.  I know I’m supposed to smile and nod and let him open his own cereal bar and climb stairs without holding my hand.  But people… he’s two.  He’s two going on too old to need my help.  I watch him doing these things and I remember when he was swaddled up in my arms and needed my help to raise his head or burp or even eat.  I remember when I had to carry him in and out of bed; I remember when I had to wipe his face and hands after every meal.  I remember when he needed me for everything.

And now he bounds out of bed by himself, carrying his books and toys from one room to another.  He puts on his own shoes and brushes his own teeth.  He knows how to work the freaking DVD player… when did all of that happen?

My baby is growing up, y’all… in mis-matched clothes, with semi-brushed teeth.

He’s growing up.

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  • Anonymous

    Somehow I got it through to my daughter that the stove is for grownups only. Maybe because when she reached to touch it, that’s probably the ONLY time in her life I actually SCREAMED at her not to do something. (Yes, yes, lock me up now…)

    Actually, the “do it myself” thing has been a good tool for me to get her to do do stuff…

    Me: Okay, Rebecca, it’s time to get on your jacket.
    R: Noooo! *WHINE*
    Me: Rebecca, are you going to put on your jacket yourself, or am I going to put it on for you?
    R: Myself! *runs over and flips jacket on*

    I hear this may work for about 2 more weeks, tops… and she hasn’t asked to drive the car…yet….

  • http://www.adayinmollywood.com molly

    Oh yes, this phase is wonderful and terrifying all the same! Landon has been playing this game for nearly a year now. Brigham is not there yet but I’m sure he will be soon enough. Lord help me.

  • MaconMom

    I hear “Mommy, I do it” way too often these days. Ugh…don’t you need my help?

    And, yes, he “drives” the car every afternoon. “I driving!” Mind you when I turn the car on in the morning, the wipers, seat warmers, and cruise control, are on and the cd’s have been ejected. haha!

    He isn’t to the same level as J is, but I know it won’t be long (makes my heart ache).

    Trying to remember my little baby boy who needed me for everything…wow

  • http://funambulismforbeginners.blogspot.com/ Mom on a Line

    It is a little sad when they do everything themselves. What I try to concentrate on are the moments when they come running for momma because they still need the reassurance. Those moments, I cling to, and helping them then means all the more.

    I will warn you to be sure everything is turned off in your car after he plays in the front seat. My daughter drained my battery this fall after “driving” my car.

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1148203717 Jackie Henson

    I know its a sad one when they need you a little less & are independent. I love the moments with my little girl needs me :) its nice to get the cuddles & kisses as they become few & far between. I am registering my monkey for kindergarten tomorrow, its weird to think come september I will a mom to a kindergartner :/

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