NOTE: As you can see, I'm changing up my blog a bit... in the process, I've come across a few posts that were written as drafts, but never published. Here's one, from when Jonah was two:
For well over a year – ever since Jonah started to walk in and out of elevators by himself – Jonah has not been a big fan of The Closing Door. Having the mass of a small rodent, Jonah doesn’t register on the elevator’s safety radar – he’s nearly been smooshed a few times (in his mind anyway). In fact, one of his first complete sentences was, “The door was trying to close on me!”
Closing in on three years of age, it was time for Jonah to confront the Closing Door Phobia once and for all. We did some assertiveness training – boldly holding up his arm toward the elevator door so it would retreat and he could pass. Shrieks of fear time and time again.
But I made him do it a couple of times each elevator trip for a few days. About a week later he began proactively jumping in front of everyone when the door opened, holding it with both hands and full body weight until everyone was in and out. He takes it very seriously.
A few months later, he still does.