I might ramble.
DD is a couple of months off three. She has always been a people-pleaser and a fairly compliant child, in a relative-to-other-two-year-olds sort of way. Until about two months ago when she clearly had a cognitive shift and is now testing boundaries like there's no tomorrow.
I understand this. I understand that she's finished working out how legs, arms, speech, etc., works and has turned her attention to working out how the world works, and I understand that despite being all sorts of articulate she actually doesn't really know how the world works and there's a lot of misapprehensions to sort out. She is an entirely normal child without any indication of either SN or G&T tendencies.
But OMFG everything, every single bloody thing is a battle. Well, okay, that's not true really, we have giggles and quiet time and we do painting and reading and crafts and baking and sometimes she tells me long stories that are charming and wonderful and sometimes she asks me about my day and alright it's not all a battle.
It just feels like it when she insists on climbing into her car seat on her own but wants to take ten minutes doing so and will wail and cry if I take over, when she gets into her chair at dinner and immediately announces I Don't Like That (I don't react. This is a really recent thing, she's always been a fairly adventurous eater, she's just testing so I'm neutral about it: fine, like it or don't like it, it's what's for dinner), when she wants to walk not sit in the supermarket trolley but actually what she means is she wants to run, and I'm too pregnant to chase her effectively.
So I'm feeling worn down. The nice times feel like just respite between the last battle and the next. I'm discovering that I mind more on the days when I've tried hardest to make the day a nice one for her, with the park and the library and maybe a hot chocolate as a treat on a cold afternoon, because I just want to say to her, oh come on, can't you just cooperate once, just so that once we can go home having had a nice day and not be cross with one another? So, clearly, that's more about me and my needs than it is about her and hers.
I think after this novel, all I really want people to tell me is - this is inevitable, right? Necessary for their stage of emotional development? She needs us to have these clashes of will, to learn? And this is why, if there's no actual flashpoints in the day, no hurried schedule or - say - visit to completely child-unfriendly environment, she'll create one anyway?