Testing 1, 2, 3

The human brain is an amazing and interesting thing. Some 

scientists call it the last frontier… the one place man has yet to really explore and discover. It’s hard to imagine all the things our minds do on a daily basis… all the calculations and conversions, deciphering and decisions and movements and moods we take for granted.

And for all the great and wonderful things our brains can do, I’m sure the most baffling thing of all is trying to figure out the reasoning behind why a toddler can look you straight in the eye and do the thing you just told her a hundred times not to.

Somewhere in the development of the brain, around 18 months and 2 years, a little switch turned on inside her head and said, “It’s time to start testing them. They still think everything you do is pretty cute, so as long as you keep making those precious faces and smiling when you are in trouble, you’ll be okay.” And for a few months it worked.

It’s like the old idea of the devil on one shoulder and the angel on the other. Except the angel is caught in traffic or the devil has the angel tied up in the back and is giving the orders:

“It’s very simple to drop some food or a cup over the edge of the high chair tray and down to the floor. Just don’t forget to smile when you do it. After all, Momma and Poppa are right there to pick it up and put it back. So, why not do it again… when their backs are turned? And when they stop picking it up… cry your lungs out. Let them REALLY have it. Then you’ll know you’ve got them where you want them.”

It’s almost like we shouldn’t tell her what’s wrong or right… but that isn’t realistic. But I wonder where we would be if I told her that the wall is the perfect place to use a crayon or that climbing up on the TV cabinet is acceptable behavior? Or, sure you can run around the house with that super ball in your mouth. Where would we be? Cleaning the walls with one hand while bandaging and giving the baby Heimlich with the other.

So, we have to lay down the law. And the toddler is a rebel, man. No regard, whatsoever what the man says. The toddler thinks he or she is James Dean, to cool for rules and always on the run. They’re mini-criminals, really. Trying to stay out of the reach of the long arm of the Mom and trying to avoid getting thrown in the crib, timeout mat, or whatever jail can hold them.

Finley’s rap sheet speaks for itself: Unauthorized phone grabbing and button pushing, slamming of doors, climbing up and on coffee tables, climbing on couches and altering artwork on walls, as well as the previously mentioned extraneous cabinet climbing, food and plate dropping, and various crayon abuses. And those are the offenses we know about.

Fortunately for her, her judges are fairly lenient and rarely pass out harsh judgment. Only a few times has she received isolation. Most of the time she is moved from the scene of the crime, much to her very audible displeasure. Recently, one of her biggest crimes involves a plastic toy phone and the bathroom door. Whenever Heather heads in for a shower and Finley realizes that Momma is nowhere to be found, she grabs her phone and slams it against the door. And even when I tell her no, she makes a point of making sure I’m watching – and with a little devilish smile she looks right at me as she starts pounding again. I tell her I will take it away and when I do, I’m the bad cop, and I get the wail and tears. The man is really bringing her down.

In reality, most of what she does is not going to hurt her, but I’ve had to fix the hinges on one door and will probably have to re-apply paint behind the art work she likes to rearrange on our walls.

So, understanding that she’s just a curious kid, we sigh and clean things up or put things back. It’s just the way of toddler-hood. But she also needs to learn that “no” is not just a word she can say to us, but that we can say to her. Just like everything else – for the next 20 years or so – we will just have to be patient and help her to learn.

The thing is, there are really two lessons that need to be learned here. One is that she needs to understand that when we say not to do something, that she needs not to do it. And the other is that we need to – as much as we can – plan ahead a little better. Keep the picture frames out of reach and the plastic phones need to be hidden when Momma heads into the bathroom.

Ultimately, she will learn right and wrong. Hopefully, she’ll be able to make those choices without our help. If we do our job well, we won’t have to worry about. Until then, she’ll keep testing us to see what we will do. We just have to be patient and loving, but also be able to put our collective foot down, when necessary.

It’s never any fun to punish a kid, but as long as we remind her that we love her and that she is smart enough to make the right choices, we should be okay. If we can remember to do that, we’ll pass the test.