Today was sweet. I planned to go to yoga this morning but then I got working around the house. Let me back track.
I woke up too late... my five-year-old boy was already awake which means- don't even try to get in the shower until after he gets to school. So we are off with one minor tantrum before our family prayer. As soon as I dropped my little guy off he ran the whole way to his class, stumbling into people, arms out like the wings of a plane. There was no teacher on duty to holler, "Walk!" I knew in my soul he was going to have a rough day.
I get home and fold some clean laundry, ahhhh smells so good. I iron seven or eight things, then clean the kitchen. I take the girls to the grocery store (which I like to imagine is a market that they will have fond memories of from their childhood one day.) We come home, make lunch, and my youngest I put down for her nap. The funny thing is that when I was cleaning around the house I had been wondering about my son. I thought, "What's the worst that could happen? They tell me I can't bring him there anymore? It's a public school, they have to teach him." Well, the phone rang. It was the school. "Your son has been suspended for running out of the classroom and for pushing a boy against the wall. You can pick him up now if you want to." ..."Now why would I want to do that?" I asked her. "Part of the consequence is that he gets to sit in the office until 3:00 when school is over. I'll pick him up then." Well, I tried to stay calm. How did I know? I prayed and picked him up at 3:00. I didn't want to have to deal with temper tantrums for the rest of our day so I didn't talk to him about it until daddy got home. We've taught him and he knows he's not supposed to run away or hit people. When is my day when my son stands up and says, "I doubt not, my mother knew it!"? Not now. So daddy's consequence is that he has to stay in his room all day tomorrow until school is over; no staying home and having fun. Gee, just like jail. Have ya ever been tempted to take your kid on a tour of the detention center? Even stick em' in there with some mean guys for a few minutes?
There is so much to learn as a parent. The day was still sweet because I made a decision to stay home and take care of my house. It wasn't rushed and busy. I think I stay busy to keep myself going so I don't have to think about stress. So I can have things for my kids to do rather than quarrelling at home. I liked being home and giving my children the opportunity to problem-solve. When it came time to deal with my son I wasn't so stressed. Then I made another decision not to become angry but to deal with my son in the most responsible and practical way I could. It's also great to have a husband I can talk to. I wouldn't survive motherhood without him! And off to the church he went fot the night.
It's so sad to have to discipline our children, but it's so important that we do it with love (tough love too). All the while we are learning and developing further, ourselves.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
My Mothering Story
Today was our ward conference and my husband is the bishop so he wasn't sitting with us. I decided not to take toys to church with us because they defeat their purpose in keeping kids well-behaved. So I was being insistent on the kids sitting up, not crawling under benches, nor dancing in the aisle, and definitely folding arms during prayers. Well, I had to grab my children at times and hold them in a locked position until they agreed to sit reverently. Come on, I can't take one out or the others will follow. So, at one point I look up and realize that the stake presidencies of all the auxiliaries are in our sacrament meeting and one in particular from the primary presidency is staring me down. I quickly looked away and then back to see if she was still looking, which she was, then I popped my eyebrows up like, "What!" Then looked away again thinking, "It's been so long she doesn't remember."
Between using the LOVE AND LOGIC parenting techniques (which I totally love and am of the opinion that they correlate with gospel principles),trying to follow Larae's example of being SWEET AND CALM, keeping a TONE that is non-negotiable so as to cut down on arguments-get more cooperation and help my children feel secure with me, as well as being CONSISTENT in assisting them do what I expect (i.e. sit still in sacrament mtg)... I think I may be getting the hang of how to mother; five years and three children later...
I didn't have an example of how to raise children when I was young. Presently I read, look to others, and learn from trial and error. I realized today that people have different trials in their lives that they are assigned to come unto Christ in despite of. I have lots of other trials once grand but now small, but in the department of motherhood mine is not having an example to draw from; not small children anyway. I was adopted when I was 15 and my mother did a great job with us as teenagers. Perhaps that's why I feel so comfortable with them.
Then I thought that this was a pretty well-devised test on the Lord's part. I have a son who keeps me so busy with his demands, who needs a lot of guidance and instead of raising him the way somebody else would I am compelled to raise him as the Lord would have him brought up. This is because the guidance I receive is from the Spirit each day.
In our ward conference today we sang the hymn Be Thou Humble no. 130. The words in the first part of the second verse took me back.
"Be thou humble in thy calling and the Lord thy God shall teach thee, to serve his children gladly with a pure and gentle love."
I know I am always concerning myself with what others may be thinking. Not sure, nor confident. When my children respond with crying and refusals I get this feeling inside that really upsets me. That I'm doing it incorrectly, there must be a calmer solution we could agree on, if the children are unhappy with me maybe the Lord is unhappy with me. And then I knew, that growing doesn't always feel good. It's difficult to stand by what I feel is right when my children are upset and blaming me, "you're mean mom!" The realization is this is what life is. It's the same process we are going through with our Heavenly Father and the more I stand by my convictions in raising my children, the better it will be for them. No matter who looks at you like you're crazy. And I know I can always go to the Lord for strength to stay the course. It doesn't always feel good, it's adversity, and in the words of my stake president, "it sanctifies us."
Between using the LOVE AND LOGIC parenting techniques (which I totally love and am of the opinion that they correlate with gospel principles),trying to follow Larae's example of being SWEET AND CALM, keeping a TONE that is non-negotiable so as to cut down on arguments-get more cooperation and help my children feel secure with me, as well as being CONSISTENT in assisting them do what I expect (i.e. sit still in sacrament mtg)... I think I may be getting the hang of how to mother; five years and three children later...
I didn't have an example of how to raise children when I was young. Presently I read, look to others, and learn from trial and error. I realized today that people have different trials in their lives that they are assigned to come unto Christ in despite of. I have lots of other trials once grand but now small, but in the department of motherhood mine is not having an example to draw from; not small children anyway. I was adopted when I was 15 and my mother did a great job with us as teenagers. Perhaps that's why I feel so comfortable with them.
Then I thought that this was a pretty well-devised test on the Lord's part. I have a son who keeps me so busy with his demands, who needs a lot of guidance and instead of raising him the way somebody else would I am compelled to raise him as the Lord would have him brought up. This is because the guidance I receive is from the Spirit each day.
In our ward conference today we sang the hymn Be Thou Humble no. 130. The words in the first part of the second verse took me back.
"Be thou humble in thy calling and the Lord thy God shall teach thee, to serve his children gladly with a pure and gentle love."
I know I am always concerning myself with what others may be thinking. Not sure, nor confident. When my children respond with crying and refusals I get this feeling inside that really upsets me. That I'm doing it incorrectly, there must be a calmer solution we could agree on, if the children are unhappy with me maybe the Lord is unhappy with me. And then I knew, that growing doesn't always feel good. It's difficult to stand by what I feel is right when my children are upset and blaming me, "you're mean mom!" The realization is this is what life is. It's the same process we are going through with our Heavenly Father and the more I stand by my convictions in raising my children, the better it will be for them. No matter who looks at you like you're crazy. And I know I can always go to the Lord for strength to stay the course. It doesn't always feel good, it's adversity, and in the words of my stake president, "it sanctifies us."
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