When I entered his room, Charlie was trying to make a "return" cinnamon "on the floor. I saw that if I could and I went right, you hit your feet with the lower section of the library, not to mention the blow to the back as he fell on the floor. I watched as his neck is twisted under his body and feared that his weight fell on him ... If you went awry, was hit with the toy box or the edge of the bed ... All this went through my head in seconds. Charlie was not finished putting in place, when I noticed: - my son, better not do that on the ground, you can hit or worse, sprain his neck! -. His eyes were hung from hooks my warning with individual question and I, without saying more, I continued my pursuit. He had turned his back for a second and when tipping, was on his bed trying to back his "back," cinnamon "... Again you can see clearly that if you bent out would go to the floor and if you went right, because would not stop jumping on the bed, running the risk of falling and hitting sometime. Then another warning: - Son, I stand still. Do not do that in bed you can hit. Play something else.
Carlos, raised face and looked at me puzzled. I left the room and the hallway, I came back. As I thought, the very rogue ignored my warnings and was in the midst of completing his somersault on the bed. I saw it, clarito on the floor, but fortunately, I was wrong. This time I scolded: - Carlos did not I tell you not to do that because you can fall or hit?
He said: - But I know it! Look! - Thrown back to his achievement.
I replied: "Yes, uh, okay. But get off the bed.
Very angry, sat on the bed and asked me - I can do on the floor?
I replied: - Nor. I told you the ground is too hard. You can hit and is dangerous to your neck.
protested: "But, Mom, if I know it Look! - Was put in position again and before I could answer, rushed into another flip that quick so I do not avoid and determined to prove his point without giving me a chance to discuss it, it came out crooked.
fell on the edge of the bed bouncing to the floor and your feet hit the bedside table lamp by pulling down. Almost automatically stood up and said, with a shrug: - But it did not hurt anything!
His face was pale with fear, the eyes on the verge of crying, frowning as a sign of anger and a smile on his face that amalgamated all of this. I looked at him stunned. While I checked, I raised the lamp and hugged him trying to mitigate the shock, I asked if he had hurt. I said no. I repeated my warning and I ended with a resounding arguments: - When you say no, it is not!
I left his room and came back to mine.
A while later, I went to my room. Carlitos supposed to watch TV, however, caught him doing flips on my bed ...
- Carlos David! - I screamed. - You decided to give a blow, right? Did not I tell you not to do that?
- But, this bed is bigger and not fall for me here, not here - he pointed both sides of the bed - not as hard as the floor! Besides, I do not know if I fall I cry!
Their arguments left me speechless. Not because they were reasonable or accurate. Obviously it was still a danger and he, only a child unable to predict. But I left thinking, "and back pain. I realized that it is not simply a strong-willed child. He is intelligent, shrewd, determined and is also very confident in your abilities. Maybe not consciously or more adequate, but relies on it. Of course, this is easy when you have no concept of danger or the consequences of our actions, which I opposed him, but he, unlike me, is not willing to surrender despite the hits and failures. Considers that such blows are a natural part of everything we try to achieve. He reviewed what was wrong and corrected it convinced of its truth, which in this case may be: "The" back-cinnamon "are the best in the world and I know how to do because I'm awesome!" It seems absurd, but for him in that moment, that was no more and no less, the same explanation of the world what you say Mom? Must think that "please! Just saying that because you do not know my super powers! ". Convinced of his superpowers at what might fear?
The problem is not to ban, censor or end the "back-cinnamon" but in giving the child an opportunity for the master without its neck. I realized I was stepping over the truths of my son means so much to me, I did not care so frustrated with not going through the throes of having to put ice on a bump. I realized that I love but also choking. Perhaps I should have more confidence in him, but above all, I respect their space, their worldview, their individuality, his perspective, his ideas and concepts. Total, in the end, and though it hurts in the soul having to cure the bump or buy a new lamp, I'd hate to lose more, atrophy, destroying their confidence with my fears ... paved the way for others to take advantage of it tomorrow. Like I'll be there to put ice on the bump until he learns. The difficult thing is to learn to accept that, perhaps more healthy is to do the bump. Meanwhile, I take out insurance. Besos
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