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Situational Parenting!!

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The other day my kid was to dance with a group in an event, he is just 3 years old and we all were super excited. He loved his classes, he enjoyed the song and he was very excited about the event as well. It was more of jumping rather than dance.

On the day of the event, when the song started he froze,h started looking here and there.. with the lighting and so many people, he was overwhelmed... I secretly wept while I was holding the camera, I realized he was overwhelmed but I decided not to intervene...

After the event, I gave him a hug and told him he did a great job. We ate food and while driving back home I told him, "great job betu!! You danced well. Momma had fun!"
 He did not reply,  So I repeated again. But this time he replied..

Mamma... I did not dance.. I was scared...

These words coming from a 3-year-old shook me, we stopped the car and immediately spoke to him more. He said, "There were so many people and so much noise-  so I got scared... "

It was a learning for us, we did not how to react. It was amazing to see how a 3-year-old could understand his emotions and express it!! We went with the flow, we heard him and tried telling him getting scared is okay.. eventually, he smiled.

Learning: there is no right or wrong or perfect parenting.. parenting is situational.. sometimes encouragement works and sometimes accepting the reality... But above all LISTENING to your kid and being OBSERVANT to them always work!!

...
Chaya
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