oh boy
I had the privilege of spending extra alone time with Katie this past weekend. She was a flower girl in a wedding and so I spent quite a few hours painting her nails, getting her dressed up and taking her to the rehearsal, wedding and reception. Katie is not a very prissy little girl. She enjoys digging in the mud, climbing trees and playing chase with the best of them. But, she IS a girl.
In contrast, the boys are BOYS.
Here are a few examples of this over just the past couple of days;
- Parker shoved a popcorn kernel up his nose. Leading me to have the “we don’t stuff things up our nose” talk with him. (Thankfully since he was sick and blowing his nose the last 5 weeks, he was able to blow hard and get it out.)
- Jonah climbed on top of the dining room table, tried to swallow a rubber bouncy ball, pooped in the bathtub, threw his food off his highchair tray, hit all his siblings with something hard. On the head.
- Foster hid and scared Grammy and caused her to jerk and hurt her shoulder (which is still sore from getting hit by a car). He also flew his remote control helicopter into my head.
- Theodore tried to play sword fight in the living room knocking over a lamp and almost knocking over the Christmas tree. He peed ALL over my toilet because he waited too long to get to the bathroom. He also argued with me that he should be able to use chocolate milk as the milk in his cereal this morning.
promises
Psalm 143
Hear my prayer, O Lord,
Give ear to my supplications!
In Your faithfulness answer me,
And in Your righteousness.
2 Do not enter into judgment with Your servant,
For in Your sight no one living is righteous.
He has crushed my life to the ground;
He has made me dwell in darkness,
Like those who have long been dead.
4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me;
My heart within me is distressed.
I meditate on all Your works;
I muse on the work of Your hands.
6 I spread out my hands to You;
My soul longs for You like a thirsty land. Selah
My spirit fails!
Do not hide Your face from me,
Lest I be like those who go down into the pit.
8 Cause me to hear Your lovingkindness in the morning,
For in You do I trust;
Cause me to know the way in which I should walk,
For I lift up my soul to You.
For Your righteousness’ sake bring my soul out of trouble.
12 In Your mercy cut off my enemies,
And destroy all those who afflict my soul;
For I am Your servant.
how I get my kids to do what I want
Now, that’s a good hook isn’t it?
Here’s a look at the ways I get my kids (and sometimes other people’s) to do what I want.
- Clear Expectations: I think as parents, we tend to think that children know what is expected from them. This is not the case. If I don’t want the 3 year old to color with markers on the table (or wall or their own face) then I have to make clear my expectation. I will say, “Parker, markers are for paper. Use them to color on your paper.” Then I will ask “Parker, where can you use your markers?” and he will (hopefully) respond “on my paper”. If I don’t want a a child to run down the hall at church I will get their attention and say “Please walk in church.” Again, don’t assume that kids know what their expectations are, anymore than you would know what the traffic laws were without having ever read your handy-dandy driver’s ed book.
- Great Expectations: Along with being clear, we need to give children credit for what they are capable of and then challenge them to do more. My oldest son started taking care of the trash in our home right before his 5th birthday. It was his responsibility almost every day to check and empty the small trash cans throughout the house into the kitchen trash can and then tie up the kitchen trash and lug it to our big outside trash can. When he started, he would make mistakes like pouring a little trash can into an overly full kitchen can. Or he would push the trash down so much that he would tear a hole in the bag and there would be a trail of trash on the way out the door. Several times he tried to just drag the bag to the outside can because it was so heavy. He realized quick that doing that just made more work for himself as he would have to double bag the first bag and clean up a trail of trash. Sometimes it is very hard for me to stand back and watch my kids struggle with chores or school work that is overwhelming their little minds and bodies. I have to stop myself from “helping” them before they ask, or from “helping” before they really need it (even if they are asking). As a result, at age 8 he now wakes up most Thursdays and says “it’s trash day” and proceeds to gather trash and get it out to the road for the garbage man. He knows he is a needed member of our family. That his contribution is helping our household run more smoothly. And that is something he can take pride in.
- “I see you, I hear you”: My husband and I watched a show recently where the husband and wife were working on their relationship and one of the things their counselor told them to do was say “I see you and I hear you” whenever they were having a conflict. Children are just like us. They long to be heard and seen. I feel like I struggle in this area because of the ages and closeness in age of our children. I try to make eye-contact and use active listening skills but typically there is a toddler crawling into the dishwasher, a pre-schooler whining and a 5 year old stomping around impatiently as I try to talk to my older kids. When I catch myself in that situation, I explain to the child trying to talk to me that I want to hear what they have to say and I will listen as soon as I can. Then I really do try to calm things and pay direct attention to them. It is so tempting to just go on unloading the dishwasher and say “uh-huh, uh-huh, oh yeah I see how that Lego ship could definitely overtake 247 aliens in one strike…” But I really can’t expect my children to feel seen or heard if I don’t stop, look them in the eye and show genuine interest in what they have to say. After all, I want them to see me and hear me when I am telling them to make their bed or brush their teeth. I need to show them the same respect.
- Realistic Consequences: I have to make a confession here. I have a very hard time listening to parents threatening their children. I don’t mean threatening to kill them, of course that would be disturbing for anyone, I mean just making empty threats. In the store the other day I overheard a parent saying “if you don’t straighten up (what does that mean) you’ll NEVER get another toy!” Really? They really won’t? That’s just not true is it? I mean they will probably get something in their Happy Meal on the way home. First of all, as I said in point #1 give CLEAR expectations. By the time I was 8, if my parents told me to “straighten up” I would’ve thought (and probably said) “I’m not crooked, how come I have to straighten up?” If we are out and one of the kids is starting to yell or pull stuff off the shelf or whatever, I call the behavior exactly what it is. I might say “Parker, you are screaming and being too loud inside. Please use a quiet voice or you will get a consequence.” In the time it takes him to disobey and start yelling again I have time to think of a realistic consequence. Were you going to buy some cookies at the store for the family? Is the family planning on staying up and watching a movie later? Then I could say “Parker you are still being loud and now you will get a consequence. You will miss out when we have our cookies later (or watch the movie).” I don’t tell him he’ll never get to eat another cookie. He would know I’m just bluffing. Make it something you can follow through on and then actually give the consequence.
- Mean what you say: I would hate for my words to not have any weight with my children. Not because that would mean they never obey, but because I tell them a lot of good things too. When I tell my little girl that she is smart and beautiful and I tell my sons they are strong and courageous, I want them to believe me. I want them to internalize those messages and remember them forever. If I don’t follow through and mean what I say with consequences then they are seeing that I don’t really mean what I say. My 5 year old tests me greatly right now, he has NO concept of time or patience or waiting. If I tell him that snack is at 10 am and then I give in to his constant badgering and whining at 9:45 then that sends a strong message: Mommy doesn’t mean what she says. If I’m too tired to battle an early bedtime consequence I gave earlier in the day then that sends the message: Mommy doesn’t mean what she says. If he’s getting discouraged when he tries to hit a ball or write a letter and I say “you can do it!” there is a doubt there, a thought that maybe “Mommy doesn’t mean what she says.” THAT is not something I can live with, so as painful as it is sometimes, I try to always mean what I say.
- Freedom of choice: Oh how I love choice. My husband and my parents and pretty much anyone who has known me for very long knows that I can’t stand to be told what to do. Because of my issues with authority, I try to set up things so that my kids don’t feel powerless. I want them to have choices. I’m sure if you have read any parenting material you’ve heard that you should give kids choices. However, the choices aren’t supposed to be based on what your kids do and don’t want to do. It’s not “little Johnny you don’t have to make your bed if you don’t want to”. It’s thinking what you as the parent want the end result to be and then creating choices that will lead to that end. Picture one of those mazes where you have to help the bunny get to the carrot, well let’s say there are 3 bunnies starting from 3 different places but they all end up at the same carrot. (Sorry, it’s all I’ve got for an illustration.) In other words, if you want Johnny to make his bed by himself (the carrot), then you might give these choices. “Johnny would you like to make your bed before breakfast or after breakfast?” “Johnny do you want me to set the timer for 1 minute or 3 minutes to see how fast you can make your bed?” Get creative! The end result is the same but the way there is much different from a command and threat like this “Johnny go make your bed or I’ll make you sleep outside with the dogs!!!”
- I change what I want: Pardon me? What did that say? I change what I want? Ummm…excuse me, I am the parent, the adult, the wise one. I should definitely get what I want. Maybe. Maybe not. Sometimes as parents we need to take a step back and look at the obedience or other conflict issues we are having with our kids and think “am I the problem here?” We all have certain things that drive us crazy. One of mine is play-doh. I would rather A) not have it in my house B) have it under lock and key and C) control every aspect of it (don’t mix the colors! put the lids on tight!) Well, my kids love play-doh. After having them beg and plead and then me ruining every play-doh experience I had to take a step back and just slap myself in the head. So I told myself “Self, it’s play-doh. It doesn’t matter if they make a mess, if it dries out or even if it’s crusted onto clothes and into the carpet. What matters is they are enjoying themselves and being creative.” Do your kids love to jump on furniture? Maybe you should invest in a trampoline instead of yelling at them every time they do. A parent-child relationship shouldn’t be any different than other relationships, in healthy ones both sides give and take and can’t always have things their own way.
perspective
Dollywood (Christmas 2012)
Foster was pretty excited that he didn’t even need a bracelet and was cleared to ride ALL the rides. And he took advantage of that by riding the Wild Eagle with Chris! He said he’s not sure what happened because he had his eyes closed the whole time.
This is the adorable face Jonah makes when I say “say cheese!”
Even though we’ve been battling sickness and crud for the past few weeks, we decided to make some memories. (Sorry to the public that I am sure we infected with our germs.)
cracker barrel and God
It’s getting down to crunch time here. We are spending as much time as we can together. For the most part, since we’ve been battling fevers and snot, we’re staying at home. The kids have been asking literally for months to go to Cracker Barrel. I’m not really sure why they like that place. It’s probably the gift shop, or maybe all the cool stuff hanging on the walls and from the ceiling, most likely it’s the fact that they can order pancakes anytime of the day. Chris and I on the other hand, groaned to each other as we pulled into the parking lot at 6 pm and saw that everyone else had a hankerin’ for pancakes. I told Chris we could just go somewhere else, the kids would get over it (I know I’m cold-hearted like that). Seeing how he’s a wonderful daddy and only has this short time left, he said we needed to stay (no matter how gruesome it was for us).
The wait wasn’t that long to get a table, maybe 10 minutes and they called us right before one of the kids almost broke something. They obviously had the heat cranked up because of the cold outside and it was HOT in there. Chris had come straight from the airbase and was wearing his uniform so he was twice as uncomfortable. As they got us to our table, we were assigning seats and strapping Jonah into a high chair and giving each other our exasperated parent glares that read “who’s grand idea was this after all?” All of a sudden this man is patting Chris on the back and saying “thank you for your service” and reaching out to shake his hand and hands Chris FIFTY dollars and says “here use it for your family.”
Wow. Now we were giving each other the “wow, God is awesome” look. Then we had the “God always knows where we are and what we need” discussion. Don’t you feel like a fool when you’ve been acting like a brat and then {BAM!} God’s goodness smacks you in the face?
For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope. Then you will call upon Me and go and pray to Me, and I will listen to you. And you will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me with all your heart.
Jeremiah 29: 11-13













































