when hannah was small (er) we marveled at how fearless she was. Justin was the total opposite. He would try things slowly. I never had to worry about him jumping or climbing on things that were too high, he was my little chicken man. Hannah was a different breed. She climbed to the tallest rocks and jumped off. She was always hanging like a monkey off of furniture. She'd try anything once. Sometime in the last month she switched a gear and I can't un-switch it. I noticed it the first time in her gymnastics class. They wanted her to hang from a bar and she flat out refused. Bizarre. Then she was swinging from the rings on our swingset and I tried to show her how to let go upside down. She went apeshit, screaming no at me. My sister and I shared a puzzled look. Any other time she'd have been begging me to show her. It has gotten progressively worse. Now it's about water. She won't go in the pool. We started swimming lessons this week and Mon. it was a joke. Tues was a little better. We missed Wed. because of dentist appts and today she was back to clinging to the side of the pool and refusing to FLOAT ON HER BACK WITH THE INSTRUCTORS HELP. That's right. In 3'6" of water she is afraid to attempt a float with someone holding onto her. This is my fearless-wonder child. Even at the dentist yesterday she said she was afraid. She's been before and actually enjoyed it, so I don't get it. She got a haircut today. Before we walked in she whispered to me, "mom...what if it hurts?" WHAT!!??!! I'm trying to be patient but it's infuriating to me. She is acting like a complete chicken over everything and it's just not normal for her. Plus...no one else can have fun at the pool because she is terrified. Clinging to the edge of the pool. In 3'6" of water. That she can TOTALLY stand up in. I'm sure it's a phase. At least that's what everyone keeps saying, but God help me if she doesn't work through it quick like I'm going to lose my rocks. I found my self screaming at her this morning to get it together. At the top of my voice I'm screeching at her "you will go to swimming lessons, because it's fun and you will eventually enjoy it!" Yeah mom, that's helpful. I wanted to eat my words or at least the tone in which I screamed them at her as soon as they left my mouth. I hate that I yelled at her and I hate that I lost my patience. It just seems like very piece of our life now is covered by "but what if it's scary?" I have no answers. Sometimes life is scary. Hell, I'm scared to open my mailbox and look at the ever mounting stack of bills every day. This swimming thing just baffles me. She's had lessons before. We didn't do much swimming last summer because of the chaos that was our life in the summer of '06, but should that have turned her into a total chicken?
Any words of wisdom on chicken children and working through this not-so-fun phase of childhood would be greatly appreciated.
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i whine. a lot. sometimes too much, but it is, what it is. i type like i speak so it isn't always grammatically correct. the former english major in me twitches sometimes over it, but re-typing it correctly just doesn't always float my boat. also? my punctuation? it's never correct. i use too many commas. i freely admit it. it is, what it is.
i have 3 chiclets who (whom?? i swear i was an english major... it was a long time ago ) i love dearly, but I make fun of them on a regular basis. i'm a mama, it's my right to do so. i also have a wonderful husband who i am lucky to have. i also make fun of him on a regular basis. i love him, but he's a man and as such, is easy to poke fun at. it is, what it is.
if i say something to offend, click that little x in the upper right hand corner. that's what it's there for. i try not offend, but because i am who i am, i will be offensive from time to time. it is, what it is.
enjoy the ride that is my life. it's often boring, but i try to spice it up with funny stuff on youtube from time to time so that it isn't all bitching and moaning. but sometimes bitching and moaning is therapeutic. for the one doing the bitching and moaning. for the rest of you? well... embrace what about your life is not bitch-worthy right at that moment. if there isn't anything- create a blog. that's what i did.
i have 3 chiclets who (whom?? i swear i was an english major... it was a long time ago ) i love dearly, but I make fun of them on a regular basis. i'm a mama, it's my right to do so. i also have a wonderful husband who i am lucky to have. i also make fun of him on a regular basis. i love him, but he's a man and as such, is easy to poke fun at. it is, what it is.
if i say something to offend, click that little x in the upper right hand corner. that's what it's there for. i try not offend, but because i am who i am, i will be offensive from time to time. it is, what it is.
enjoy the ride that is my life. it's often boring, but i try to spice it up with funny stuff on youtube from time to time so that it isn't all bitching and moaning. but sometimes bitching and moaning is therapeutic. for the one doing the bitching and moaning. for the rest of you? well... embrace what about your life is not bitch-worthy right at that moment. if there isn't anything- create a blog. that's what i did.
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OK, I have 2 chicken children, who have always been chicken so I'm not a TON of help but I'm wondering....have any of her friends been talking to her about their fears? Or has anyone around her openly expressed being afraid? I know that my chicken littles get more nervous when other kids are scared. She may be mirroring what other kids have said. I, too, think it's a phase. I can't help you with how to deal with it, I'm used to it and deal with it hour to hour. LOL!
I hope you get your little daredevil back. HUGS!!!
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