She sniffles and whimpers, I know the tears are wetting her pillow - it crushes my heart but it is all because she didn't get her way.
So I reflect upon that...each whimper I imagine her saying "I didn't get my way" instead of thinking about what would make my heart hurt -
whimper for hunger
whimper for pain
whimper for neglect
whimper for shame
I feel confident that how I am handling this situation is correct - the wants of a two year old can not run our household - having confidence doesn't mean that it's easy, no sir.