Sane rants on an insane world. Read at your own risk. Don't blame me if your head explodes.
I can't say too much, not having kids and all, but from a larger perspective of dealing with people, sometimes they get the best of you and you have to regroup and come back again.I certainly don't think that makes a bad parent or anything. He's just a spirited little boy.
Thanks for the kind words, Matt. Stubborn is a better word for the imp, though.
Part of teaching is instilling self-discipline. I'm thinking he's rebelling against the inevitable.
He hid in his room to learn to crawl. He'd roll in, shut the door, and experiment. If I checked on him before he'd knocked to come out, he'd scream, scramble over, and slam it in my face. Same with learning to walk. Same with learning to ride a tricycle, only in Grandma and Grandpa's garage. He's tried to teach himself to read--again, hiding in his room. He prefers self-direction, and this is the only reason he can't read or write, yet. He only shows us something once he's mastered it to his satisfaction.It's not rebelling. It's just his terribly private, perfectionist, stubborn nature.
Of such, only greatness will arrive. Hopefully, it's only for good.
He wants to be Iron Man. Or a big digger operator. One of the two.