Every morning at our house starts with the above message of love and compliance brought courtesy of our two youngest boys. I handle it with some simple steps:
- Throwing their clothing at them
- Threatening to take away privileges
My little plan works very well. It makes for a really delightful early morning for all of us.
Last week, my 8 year old:
said his stomach hurt. He was certain that he would throw up if sent to school. He says that every day, and still I send him. And you know what? He hasn't worked up the nerve to call home yet this year.
So, back to last week. I knew he was taking a new medication and that his stomach probably was doing cartwheels, but I also knew that he would undoubtedly miss lots of days of school later in the year when his asthma gets really selfish and wants lots of attention. I knew he wasn't really sick.
What to do? I drove my daughter to school. I drove his brothers to school and then I brought him home with me. We gave the dog some loving. We told each other some jokes. We went outside and played basketball. We played really sorry, short-people basketball with tons of house rules made just for the two of us. We talked about stuff.
And after school had been in session for 40 minutes, he was ready to go.
You know what? Right there in the office, in front of the office staff and in front of another boy who really was throwing up, my boy gave me a mighty big kiss right on the lips.
Once in a great while, we moms do something right.