A couple of weeks ago, one of Tori’s daycare teachers said to me, “You know, she has a real problem sharing.”
My first reaction was, “Well, duh. She’s not even two.”
But I was bothered by reports of her pushing and shoving the other kids when they had something she wanted. We even got an “incident report” when she scratched someone during a tussle over a toy. So being the easily guilted person that I am, I started enforcing a “we share everything” policy at home.
I forced her to share crayons when coloring. Made her let me hold one of her babies when playing dolls. Barged in on her territory in her play kitchen. Even stole bites of her favorite cookies.
All in the name of teaching her to share.
And you know what? She’s learning. Learning so well, in fact, that the phrase “we share everything” is quickly coming back to bite me in the tushie. Hard.
While helping her “try the potty” for the umpteenth time today, I sat down on the stool she uses to clamber to the sink, precisely because I didn’t want her getting distracted by the prospect of splashing in said vessel. But when I refused to move over at her insistence, she frowned and said, “mommy, share!”
What could I do? I had to scooch over or be in violation of our new sharing policy.
Later in the afternoon, Tori and I were making a cake (i.e. I was making it and she was making a mess alongside me). Everything was going swimmingly until I tried to sneak a lick of the beater behind her back. She, of course, saw me and demanded “mommy, share!”
Salmonella aside, I couldn’t think of any good reason not to let her have a lick. So share it we did.
But the worst of it? Arises when I try to use my phone to check my email or sneak out a tweet. No sooner do I turn the keys in the lock to my virtual world than she’s on me, saying, “mommy, share!”
Which means I have to log out of my email and turn on the Sound Touch game that she loves so much. And readers? That’s seriously crimping my style.
I guess it goes to show you—no good deed goes unpunished. I sure hope her teachers are reaping the benefits of my sacrifice at school. And also? I hope they all have toddlers of their own someday to put them through the same punishments.
It’s only fair that we all share the pain, after all.