I'm the one with That Kid

So today I confirmed what I'd been suspecting since Moira started this round of soccer lessons back in March. I have the Bad Kid. At first I told myself each time that it was an isolated thing, that she'd be better the next week, that it was actually kind of cute. Well, the cute has worn off. It started innocently enough - she was excited and needed some extra prompting (by both the coach and me) to get her to listen and follow directions. She would talk or sing or roll around on the turf while Coach Chris was explaining a game. She would freak out if she didn't get *exactly* the ball she wanted to play with. She would yell "Mommy, look!" as she disregarded the rules of the games to build towers of cones or to throw the ball over the half-walls surrounding the pitch. Each time, I admonished her to listen to the coach, to behave, to follow directions. And usually she did.

And then the other kids started following her lead. :facepalm: Now she has a gaggle of peons - particularly a little girl, L., who adores her and is always seeking her approval; and a little boy, E., who holds her hand and flips her ponytails around. The others are less consistently loyal, but there are always one or two more who are eager to do whatever it is Moira is doing. I can see the coach's patience wearing thin and I'm too afraid to evaluate the expressions of the other parents. >_>

On the one hand, she's the polar opposite of meek little me at that age, and a part of me is proud of her for being so charismatic and bold. But the rest of me really wants a good kid who behaves and actually learns the lessons we paid (kind of a lot of) money for. Every week she promises that she'll listen to the coach and do what he says, and each week, the first thing she admits as we walk to the car is "I didn't listen to Coach Chris today." She says she understands that this is bad, but then she's so pleased with herself at the same time.

Lisa suggested that maybe I should pull her out early next week if she's being awful. Tom says that, at the very least, I should refuse to let her receive the end-of-lesson sticker that Coach gives everyone. Both are right, I'm sure. But then there's the hard part - wondering if I'm being too harsh a mother, knowing that she's only three and maybe I should let her be a toddler. But I can't stand the idea of her continuing with being disruptive. Argh!

Well, I guess I have a week to think on it.
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Re: kender is too lazy to log in
Hi, you. :hugs:

These soccer 'lessons' are really no more than a series of games that encourages a small herd of toddlers to learn to kick a ball and follow some simple directions. They use soccer terms like "dribble" and little foamy soccer balls, but otherwise it could be any other kind of less-than-organized play. But three-year-olds do very well in this - all the other kids follow directions after one or two promts. Mine...not so much. Willful.

The park idea is wonderful, and if we sign her up for the next level, I'll definitely do that. Unfortunately, I had to take a 9 AM class this time. I can barely get us there on time. >_<

Is it wrong that I'm relieved that Riley is also showing signs of willfulness? Mouse *still* smirks at us when we try to correct her. I'm glad it's not just us.

How's the little man doing, anyway? Besides getting into everything he shouldn't? ;)
Re: kender is too lazy to log in
Dang that's early! I can see your point, lol. How about you both do some soccer lessons in the back yard then? I've had great success with Sonny by pretending I don't know how to do something and making her teach me. I bet Moira would love to play soccer coach ;)

As for Riley... He manages anywhere from three to five steps before plowing into the ground or our arms. He loves to sort things which makes drawers fascinating to him. (pinched fingers, yes. He's mostly learned to avoid it though. Darwin won't get my child!) He has claimed my bottom drawer as his own and hides many things in there (took us two weeks to find the tv remote) he loves to dance and refuses to talk after showing us that he can. He's not a morning person and spends half the night jumping around in his crib while mommy and daddy try to will him to sleep. He smacks me when I drag him away from the dangerous thing he wants to play with. He's an asshole, and I love him so. :)