My request was met with a very nonchalant, “It’s not mine.”
SCREEEEECH! Somehow those words hit me like fingernails on a chalkboard. After teaching tweeners for eight years, I do know what that sounds like! De-cluttering no longer important. Time for some training. Let me be the first to admit that my normal reaction would be to give her the evil eye, say “do it” in a not-so-tender-mommy tone and huff on to my other pre-dinner responsibilities. I don’t know what made me stop this time, but I’m glad I did.
So began a quick talk about what would happen if mommy only took care of her messes… how everyone needs to contribute to the family for us to run smoothly… and, of course, the proper response when I ask for her much needed help. “Yes, mommy” would be an appropriate choice, along with some followthrough.
So we practiced. Task completed. No more hairy brush on my dining room table. “Thank you. And now I need you to put the doily (currently used as a headress) back on the table where it belongs.” Before I had put the period at the end of my verbal command, out came the popular excuse “That’s not where it was…” along with a stunted explanation of exactly where the doily had been discovered.
Hadn’t I just talked about this?!? Again, I could have disciplined for disobeying and talking back (and trust me, it’s my go-to method entirely too often), sent her to her room to stew about it, and done it myself… but in another moment of patience and sanity (two in one day! WOW!) I chose to train my daughter, even as she walked away.
Stop right there. Come back. Let’s try this again.
“I need you to put the doily back on the table where it belongs.”
Ahhhh, temporary relief for a Mama’s ringing ears and frazzled mind.
Discipline is easy less time consuming in the present, but training will pay off in the future. It will make my life simpler someday. Right? Anyone?
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