I did some work this morning at a friends house, and then took Melly to the playground because she was so well behaved, and it was such a nice day. (In the lower 80's as opposed to the scorching 90's.) I hate to say it, but I don't like bringing her there. It has nothing to do with the park, but this brave adventurous kid that loves to play, becomes this creature that I don't recognize at the playground. She won't climb a step, go down a slide, go near a swing, unless I'm doing it with her. Not that I mind playing with her, but lets face it. I'm a bit too big to go down the kiddy slides. I'm watching these little peanut sized kids run around like they own the place, and then Melly stands on the 2" step crying, asking me to help her climb down. Seriously, a 2 inch step! I find myself getting aggravated that she won't do this basic type of thing. For some reason, she's petrified to go up and down small steps, or to go down a slide. This is with me holding her hands too. She just asks to get picked up. It breaks my heart (and sometimes my back) to bring her there. Where is that line of encouraging them, versus pushing them, or coddling them? It's not as clear cut as I thought it would be. So for now, I will encourage and sometimes push her to try new things. Just not the playground!
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