In most ways, Ben is the easiest of my children. He wakes up in the morning in the most cheerful of moods, never needing even a moment to acclimate himself to the day. Generally agreeable, easy to please and predictable, he’s usually quite a joy.
Usually, I said, because, man, the boy is stubborn. I thought I was stubborn, but he makes me look mild mannered and forgiving. If Ben doesn’t want to do something he will not do it. Pure and simple. Unlike Lily, he refuses to be manipulated or convinced into anything. On the nights when he doesn’t like what’s served for dinner he thinks nothing of going to bed hungry, much to my dismay. Breaking him of bad habits, such as sleeping on our floor or using a pacifier prove nearly impossible and never fail to drive me crazy in the process.
Last spring, after becoming increasingly displeased with the preschool program he was enrolled in, I decided to send him to the school Lily had just graduated from. From the day I introduced him to the idea, he threw an absolute fit. No way, he cried, I will not go to that school… never!
Naively, I assumed that after a few months he would warm up to the idea, but I should have known better. I left him at school today kicking and screaming about not wanting to be there. I will not have fun, he wailed, as tears filled my eyes too. The teachers assured me that he would soon stop and I nodded my head in false agreement.
Those poor folks have no idea what they’re in store for.