She argues about everything now. Even simple things turn into a battle. Yesterday she cried over socks. I keep thinking… what changed?
Getting dressed, brushing teeth, leaving the house… everything takes longer now. I didn’t expect parenting to feel like constant negotiations.
I replay everything in my head. Maybe I caused this? Maybe I should be stricter… or maybe I already pushed too hard.
She can talk, explain, even argue like a little adult. But then melts down over something small. It’s confusing.
Long days, new rules, too much noise, transitions… maybe she’s not fighting me. Maybe she just doesn’t know how to handle it all yet.
Evenings are the hardest. After school, after everything… it’s like she has nothing left. And that’s when the “defiance” shows up.
When I stay calm, something shifts. Not always instantly… but it softens. Maybe she’s not testing me. Maybe she’s leaning on me.