My attempt to find balance with the sweets, and the sours, of life.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Written Punishment, Verbal Apology
I'm such a meanie.
And I hate it.
But what to do? I have a kid who only learns by the meanie method.
My daughter has not seen fit to listen for her carpool number for four days now. Each day, someone has had to go retrieve her, while I wait in the dreaded "waiting lot." That's quite a few people inconvenienced just because a certain six year old isn't paying attention.
I started out nicely reassuring her that she would hear it the next day, "Don't worry," I said.
After the second time, I told her to listen harder; if her brother could hear it, so could she.
After the third time, I told her she had better hear that number if she didn't want to be left there. Judging by the tone in which I said it, perhaps staying at school didn't seem all that bad of a proposition.
Nope. Missed again.
So today she is in real trouble. Harsh tones and punishments.
Right now, my daughter sits at the kitchen table, under duress, writing letters of apology to the carpool team at school. At the rate she prints, she may be there until bedtime.
Such a meanie I am, but this is what my daughter requires in order to apply herself.
Why must some kids learn the hard way?
Don't they realize how hard it is on their parents?
No, I know they don't.
I should know, I was just like this when I was her age.
I have to go call my mother now . . . and apologize.
“Years ago my mother used to say to me, she'd say, ‘In this world, Elwood, you must be...’ - she always called me Elwood - ‘...in this world, Elwood, you must be oh so smart or oh so pleasant.’ Well, for years I was smart. I recommend pleasant. You may quote me.”~Elwood P. Dowd in Harvey
I am a stay-at-home mom who is coming to grips with the fact that my children are growing up, and that is bitter sweet. I have several pets who understand me including a couple dogs, some beautiful pigeons (yes, pigeons), some chickens who boss me around, and a mourning dove who I believe is God's little whisper to me from heaven. I was a lawyer before I got really serious and became a mom. I love to knit, write, cook, and to take good care of my family. We struggle with my daughter's Reactive Attachment Disorder, and hold hands very tightly sometimes while we withstand the high tide of her challenges. Through it all, I am blessed to have a husband who is the corner piece to my puzzle.