So, I was sitting at the pool last Friday with one of my sisters, and we actually had an opportunity to visit - amidst the splashing, shouting, and chasing of pool toys. She has three boys older than mine, and so I was picking her brain about parenting. I wondered when the bickering and constant correcting and negative talk would be stopping. She gave me hope that by 16 it may be tapering off. . .
In the course of the conversation (which was interrupted multiple times by my correction and discipline of the rough-housing in the pool) my loving sister gently said, "I can see that control of your kids is a very big deal to you right now." Ouch. and Thank You. The translation - "Ease up a bit, Jen, and give them some space to figure it out." It was hard to hear - and she probably did not mean it as strong as I heard it - perhaps that's because I knew I needed it! I know I've been controlling lately. I've been listening to myself and quite frankly, I'd hate to be my son sometimes. I correct and contradict him as often, if not more, than he does the same to his brother.
So, I'm figuring that this wise sister must be praying for me, because a baffling change has come over me this week. It's been remarkably pleasant, but completely mystifying - - I've been keeping my mouth closed!!! I've been listening to the same stuff, but handling it in a different way. I'd love to tell you about it - but I just realized that I need to go get my miracles from the farm. They've been spending the evening with Farmer Daddy.
Consider this post - To Be Continued :)
Sweetheart, you are fabulous!
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