Not so.I love the idea of children, their cherubic faces happy and laughing on a Gap Kids commercial on TV (on mute). Children are darling when they are doing fun, but quiet and important activities, like sleeping.
Heck, I can’t even stand my own children sometimes, let alone other people’s. But here’s the difference: I am allowed to discipline my own kids.Tall gets mouthy? Whoops, he won’t get that playdate with Justin tomorrow after all. Short hits his brother? Guess we will have to cancel that trip to the aquarium. My children know there are consequences for their behavior.
Sometimes I feel alone. I witness other moms do the dreaded count to three … but then nothing happens when they get there. There are no repercussions. Life is one long threat.In my mind, I correct naughty children at the grocery store. Taylor, climb down from that shelf immediately or you will not get to go to Isabel’s birthday party. Michael, stop racing the cart down the aisles and running into people or you will lose video games for a month. Sophie, stop kicking the cantaloupe display or you will not get to go to ballet lessons this afternoon.
The trick is: follow thru.Hey, I don’t want to be the bad guy in my household either, the one my kids hate. But it is more important to me that my kids respect me than like me.
I am their parent, not their friend.MOV