Sugar Camp and Type A Personalities.
Yesterday (Friday) we went to Sugar Camp.
Since all the snow is melted, and the sap is now flowing through the trees, working to push nutrients out to the tips of branches for the growth of leaves, it’s time to make maple syrup. A couple hours north of where we live there’s a parks and rec department that hosts a sugar camp in their maple grove.
Rosie got to taste tree water, which is the sap flowing from the tree.
There was a grumpy pregnant donkey there.
They set it up 1800’s style, just like Little House on the Prairie. Since Rosie loves Laura and Mary I thought she would like to go.
She insisted on wearing flip flops. I was wearing flip flops too, but I love flip flops. I don’t mind if my feet get wet or dirty. Rosie on the other hand does mind, quite a bit.
So we get up there and walk out in the woods, and it’s pouring down rain. I brought umbrellas and we had hoods up. It was about 50 degrees out, not too cold for me or my beloved flip flops.
Rosie started whining about her feet. They got a little muddy. Noooo…not wet muddy feet! Halp!
I reminded her that her foot wear was her choice and that we were here to have a good time.
Suffice to say, I have the whiny child. To make it worse, she was ruining something fun and interesting by moaning that she just wanted to go home and watch Sponge Bob.
Do you remember that kid from your childhood? The kid that was always whining and complaining? The one that everyone hated?
Ok maybe I was horrible, but I specifically remember my friends and me being extra mean to the whiny child just because they were so annoying.
I DO NOT WANT TO BE THE MOTHER OF THE WHINY CHILD!
This warrants the use of my favorite phrase.
My plan is this: Get her outside, doing as much as possible. Acknowledge her feelings (complaints) but do not cater to them unnecessarily. Point out how undesirable whining is to others and ask her to speak normally. Pray that she will cheer up and have fun.
She’s deeply afraid of slides, trampolines, and anarchy. That pretty much sums her up. Other children running wild causes her serious panic. She likes to sit and draw, for hours, safe in a controlled pen and paper world of imagination.
She’s happy, and sweet, and very smart.
The thing about Rosie is that she’s very anal. She wants things just the way she wants them with a burning intensity. I don’t mean she’s spoiled, I mean she wants her things arranged in a certain way. She wants to do things in the “right” order she has in her head. Is this called a Type A personality, maybe? I don’t know. She has trouble just running off and doing things on a whim because her feet might get dirty or something.
This is her innate personality, not something I’ve done, because I love getting dirty outside and doing spontaneous things that sometimes might make little common sense. Maybe she inherited it from Tyler, Mr. Stick-in-the-Mud.
Tyler and I are always at odds over things like this. I want to go into a random abandoned house and he is freaking out that someone might call the police for trespassing and he won’t go inside because it’s dirty and possibly dangerous and and and…geeze.
Really, send help!
I wonder if Tyler was a whiny child.
Anyway. I realize I can’t change who Rosie is, but maybe I can help her relax a little. There’s no reason to spend hours whining because your feet are damp when my purse is stuffed with dry, soft cloth wipes ready to clean them when we get back to the shelter.
I’m going to make sure we do at least one boisterous activity each week. This coming Saturday we’re going on a salamander search in a creek at a local nature sanctuary.
I can already hear Rosie freaking out. It will be wet and dirty! I’m going to wear flip flops again, but I’m making Rosie wear rubber boots. It’s supposed to be 60 degrees and sunny.
It’s salamander breeding season, did you know that? I am so nerdishly excited. Tyler will refuse to touch a salamander, but that’s ok because he can hold Ada. He will also panic and tell me that we can not bring one home and raise it as a pet. I know he will start in on that on the way there in the car. Silly husband. Why would he think I might do that?
I invited some homeschooling friends to go along. Rosie loves the two daughters, and the little girl her age has a completely opposite personality from Rosie. She takes Rosie’s hand and drags her through the mud while sweetly saying, “It’s ok Rosie!”
Rosie is torn between panic and glee.
I can already tell Ada has a very different personality than Rosie.
Ada is going to give us a run for our money.