I asked around in our Village—you know, that group of hand-picked family and friends that lend their light to our daughters—and according to them, this stage is quite normal. Apparently, this sort of aggressive opposition often serves as an indication of developmental progress, and a healthy awareness of herself as separate from everyone else—even her parents—and well within her rights to have a differing opinion.
Wonderful! But before I go prancing away to check off her Developmental Milestones chart with a hearty grin, I stop to realize one not-so-minor detail...homegirl is only FIVE YEARS OLD!
Lately, my big girl and I have been...not arguing (because she's five), but just butting heads, even in silence. Kris and I have always taught Marley that her role as a child in our household is not to attempt to find reasons why she should agree with the rules we've set, but to obey them, and trust that God intentionally placed her in this particular household, and therefore, we are equipped to take care of her. Believe it or not, she gets that. So much so, she often repeats her paraphrased version of that sentiment to her 3 year old sister when she does her Gangsta Boo thing and decides to buck the system (a practice in which Sage has always been quite versed, I might add).
So, it's not that I'm surprised when Marley tries to mow me into the ground with her assertions of why she "just can't see how it makes sense to do something if she doesn't get it." Things like how she should be allowed to say "fart" because "it's the same exact things as saying 'pass gas', and that's why they invented synonyms". Or things like how I "just don't listen to her when I'm upset, and just because I'm the mom, doesn't make it okay to be frustrating to a child." Yeah, um, stuff like that is...well... frikkin annoying...to the point of ear-released steam and prayer, and chanting,
What do you do when you have a beautiful li'l thinker on your hands, who's only doing a natural, healthy thing by passionately expressing her feelings, but toeing the line of eliciting "unsafe" (yeah, let's use that word) responses from her loving, well-meaning




















