Ignoring My Toddler Was The Best Thing I Did Today

by Lea Farrow
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Blonde boy wearing a gray long sleeved shirt while showing what he made from LEGO blocks
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The best thing I did today was ignore my son.

Yes, it’s true that he’s unable to fix his own meals, true that he can’t manage to dress himself, and true that he can’t even go to the toilet on his own. Yes, it’s also true that I am my son’s main carer, but today I still chose to ignore him.

My method may surprise you, but my reasons hopefully won’t.

Now before you label me as a terrible person, an indolent carer, or a neglectful mother, the first thing I need to point out is that my son has only had two birthdays. And the second thing is that I ignored him from barely one room away.

Today, like many of our days, all my toddler wanted was me. The feeling of being so popular and so wanted and so needed is no doubt a marvelous thing. But then, after umpteen requests and demands, it starts to wear thin. Very thin. Very quickly. So by mid-morning, I realized I had lost my zest somewhere among the Lego blocks and my enthusiasm had gone for a quiet lie down.

The frustration had begun to set in. I could sense it in my voice and hear it in my sighs. I started reeling off the standard retorts: “In a minute,” “But you have so many toys to play with,” “After I finish this first,” “I’ll play with you soon,” “You just need to be patient.” Naturally, my son ignored the lot, only pestering me further. And I was left drowning in a sea of guilt. Maybe I was a terrible mother after all. Maybe my child was actually hearing “Mommy doesn’t want to spend time with you,” “You’re not important to her,” or “Perhaps she doesn’t even love you.”

I was ignorant in thinking that by my third child, I’d know what I was doing. By now I should surely know all the tricks and have all the answers. But the truth is, my third makes me question myself as a mother more than ever. Like any parent, I want my children to feel loved and be happy. I may not have many answers, but one absolute truth I have discovered as a parent is that it’s not my role to keep my children happy. Happiness needs to be an inside job, and the sooner we each embrace this lesson, the happier our life can potentially be.

So it was with this in mind that I stopped and really tried to listen to my toddler. Although he repeatedly grabbed my hand, begging “Mommy, play with me,” I realized what he was actually asking was “Mommy, I want you to entertain me. I need you to make me happy.”

With two older siblings, my 2 1/2-year-old isn’t ever expected to lead the play; he isn’t ever required to suggest the game ideas. As a third child, he relishes his role of simply joining in with the fun, happy to be swept away to a pre-organized fantasy land. And then naturally, while the older kids are at school, my toddler expects me to continue the entertainment.

But today, after first spending some special time with my son playing his favorite games, I made the firm decision to ignore him. At each and every request for me to play with entertain him, I patiently repeated that I had a particular job to do and that he could either help me or he could find his own game to play.

And then something wonderful happened. Something that made my heart truly sing.

It wasn’t that I noticed after being left to my chores for a full five minutes without interruption that my toddler had become completely absorbed in a game of pretend. It wasn’t that he was blissfully discovering his boundless childhood imagination. It was that he had the most serene look of contentment on his little face. Not just a smile on his lips, but a truly beautiful smile in his eyes. He had found his moment of happiness, and he had achieved it entirely on his own.

Perhaps I’m not such a terrible mother after all.

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