I was always the mom apologizing for my child hitting another and taking toys at playgroup. (BTW, it has come full circle. My youngest sweet girl torments the little boys at playgroup.) I tried to force apologies and uncomfortably gave up when he refused. It was stressful to deal with and worry about what the other moms thought about my parenting because I used to care about that, but I seriously needed social interaction to stay sane, so I kept going.
The same kid from the park story came over for a play date right before the two boys were to start kindergarten. Honestly, I don’t know if I would have survived this kid without that family.
The boys played pretty well for a couple of hours before I raced upstairs to break up a fight I could hear brewing. It was too late. My child, at the age of SIX, bit his good friend on the arm. It looked like the child had been attacked by a vicious animal. The skin was broken on the perimeter of the entire bite, and the swelling and purplish hue increased every minute. Luckily, I was able to leave my precious beast with his father while I took his playmate back to his mother. I arrived at their door with him and burst into tears. I sobbed as I relayed the story and my profound apologies. She was intensely sympathetic and in retrospect, if a child had to be bitten by mine, thank goodness it belonged to this most forgiving woman!
This is a series of stories about my oldest child. During his early years, I spent my on-line time reviewing symptom checklists for a variety of behavioral disorders, and I was quite sure we would have to send him to military school one day. I was completely defeated by his behavior on many occasions. I have long struggled to find the right way to share these stories on my blog. I finally decided just to write them as they are, with no great revelation about their impact. (Though a couple do include a follow-up disciplinary technique that worked!) My purpose in sharing these stories is three-fold. I hope to provide a good laugh, to give a thank-goodness-its-not-just-my-kid OR an at-least-my-kid-hasn’t-done-that feeling, and also to instill hope that your ‘that’ kid can turn out to be as amazing as mine someday. He still drives me somewhat crazy, but at 18 he is a great person with a bright future (and was not sent to military school)! Some personality traits that are horrific in a young child are pretty dang awesome in a teen ready to head out into the world.
She reassured me that I provided more consistent discipline than any other mom she knew. She was just as baffled as I was at its lack of success!
These two boys went on to have an all-out brawl in the outfield during a t-ball game when they both wanted to field and throw in the ball, one punched the other’s loose tooth out during swimming lessons, and they got sent to the principal’s office together for fighting exactly once each year until 3rd grade.
I am the mother of seven children ranging from teens to a toddler, living out in the middle of nowhere, USA. I aim to hone the craft of giving advice without pretending to have this whole mom thing figured out. I am Christian, but not the really nice kind that is good at it. I am also conservative, but I promise not to be in your face with political agendas very often. I like to infuse humor into my writing, so don't freak out if you are offended or appalled by what you read here. There is a very fine line between serious advice and sarcastic hyperbole.