Yesterday was, well, a bit challenging for my four-year-old son, Elijah (and me, too!).
Elijah has a Halloween costume of a certain superhero that he's worn A LOT since its purchase in September - more than any costume should be worn, let's just say! (Double-check your calendars, my friends, it's not even mid-October!!!!)
Due to the overuse of said costume, Mommy made a rule that it could only be worn in the morning OR afternoon - not all day, much to my son's chagrin...
Not too happy with this rule, Elijah presented his case of all-day costume wearing by arguing, crying, and fit-throwing. Consequence? No costume for the entire day. (FYI - consequence in 4-year-old's mind is equivalent to no food, water, or shelter.)
So the all-day battle began. Between crying, begging, and, yes, more fit-throwing, I asked myself: Should I be fighting this battle? Is this worth it?
All signs pointed to "yes," so we forged ahead. I marched forth with plenty of ammunition in the form of the word "no", and he proved to be a formidable opponent with plenty doses of: "Pleeeeeeeeeeease, Mommy, you can trust me. I will be a good boy."
I have to be honest here, folks, the day was miserable, but I stuck by my decision. And he stuck with his battle cry.
I am proud to say he did end up going the entire day without his beloved costume, bless his heart.
He suffered the consequences and, I think, learned his lesson.
It was a hard day for such a little guy, but he got through it. And I couldn't be more proud of him!