Sunday, January 08, 2012
My ward started holding a "how to raise your kids" class during Sunday School. This is a good thing for a guy like me who has no idea how to raise kids.
The timing of the lesson on "life stages" couldn't have come at a better time. Learning that around age 6, kids start threatening to run away made me feel a little bit better about the day I'd had before.
The Day Before...
Christmas decorations are just too tempting. I asked Paige (repeatedly) to leave the little porcelain nativity scene on the shelf, but she just couldn't help herself. Within two seconds of touching it, she had dropped and broken poor, unsuspecting Mary.
Before I even said anything to her, she looked at me and said sternly, "Dad, I'm not in trouble," She then stamped her and declared, "I'm out of here!"
More silence from me as she put on her coat.
"I'm going out in the cold," she said, in most dramatic fashion.
Curtis and I watched out the window as my six-year-old left to face the cruel world.
About a minute later, she came back. "Dad, I'm not coming back until you apologize to me."
"Paige, I'm sorry that I got upset with you. But I really need me you to listen to me when I ask you not to do things."
"Daaaad. I'm leaving. I'll come back when you give me a real apology." And off she went again.
I imagine this would have gone on all day, but I had leverage on my side.
"Paige, you're welcome to stay out there, but if we're going to be on time to your friend's birthday party, you're going to have to come back in."
Reluctantly, she gave in.
By the time she came home from her birthday party, filled with sugar and armed with a gift bag full of princess trinkets, all was forgiven.