Then I made the classic mistake and laid down a rule without thinking. I said, “You can’t take the blanket outside. It’s only for naps. You get it too dirty dragging it everywhere.” I closed the apartment door, and she continued to cry. Finally, Emma said, “I need my blanket because it will make me feel better.” I was touched and admitted I had made a mistake. She could have her blanket when she wanted to. She could be the blanket boss. The only reason I didn’t want her to have the blanket is because I feel embarrassed she is still so attached to it. Far better if I had thought things through before I stated an ultimatum, then revoked it. Such inconsistency teaches her that crying and carrying on works.
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