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If there were a parenting report card with a similar citizenship section, I'm more than sure I'd fail at "likes to share with children." It seems that as a parent, I've become somewhat more territorial about my personal belongings. This is especially the case when I have a favorite food item.
See the problem is I already know how things will end. I know my kids. My daughter will quietly sneak up and tap me on the shoulder just as I prepare to bite into a cupcake. It will be a day she has felt she doesn't need a nap, and will have stayed awake in bed throughout "nap time." She will be acting slightly shy of a lunatic, because she's tired. Yet, a half hour before bed she'll think it's a great idea for Mom to share her cupcake.
At least she would happily eat it. My son, on the other hand, will instinctively reach his chubby fingers in the direction of my snack or meal. If my reflexes are faster and I move the object of his desire, crying or tantrum will ensue. If I cave in, and decide to offer him whatever I'm eating, he will most often take it.
However, a few seconds later his mouth will hang open as if his jaw was hinged, and the food immediately falls to the floor, as if he has a trap door under his tongue. Then I'm left looking at a partially-mangled piece of food--a morsel I would have surely savored--but that has now been lost forever at the whim of a persnickety toddler.
So I've begun to find ways to avoid sharing. Like hiding goodies until nap time rolls around, or sneaking into my closet and eating a candy bar that was hidden in a secret compartment of my purse. I know. I have already gotten a check mark in the column "likes to share with children." I promise to work on it. Someday.