I told the kids that if they helped me clean the house yesterday, we’d get out the Christmas decorations today. We got the floors cleaned, the furniture dusted, and general tidiness restored within half an hour.
Then as I was hauling in three of four Christmas totes (one holds tree ornaments so it can wait), they started fighting. Again. So they are having quiet time in their rooms, decorating on hold, and I’m at a loss as to what to do. Am I the only one whose kids fight ALL THE TIME? Sassy nags, Scooter screams and Wecco teases and tantrums, and our home is not peaceful or pleasant.
Problems have a tendency of seeming larger than they are. I know that kids will fight, and mine are definitely normal in that regard. Although I have a friend who told me once, “My kids didn’t know how to fight until they started hanging around other kids.” Take that how you will.
I fear that I am modelling some kind of selfish disregard for the feelings of others, and that they are merely following my example. I wonder if I’m too controlling. Then I wonder if I give them too much freedom.
I made Sassy & Scooter hug each other for two minutes the other day. “This is your sister and you love her!” I exhorted, wrapping my arms around both of them to really maximize the hug. They wanted to be angry, but a forced bear hug has a way of forcing a grin, even unwillingly. And having Scooter read to Wecco yesterday evening while I was making supper certainly brought harmony between the two of them. More giggles came from the couch and the story had to be abandoned so they could continue their joke. Poor Pickles the Fire Cat.
I am an independent person and I know they do get a brush-off from me sometimes, though I hate to admit it. But there is something about people that I just love – we are all so complex and interesting. Lately, as the kids and I team up to split wood for the winter, clean the house, decorate or make supper, there is room for both frustration and delight.
- The girls are telling me that there is no “largest number,” and Wecco enters the conversation. “The largest number is a hundred!” he proclaims, and we all collapse in giggles.
- Somehow the children’s song listing the books of the Bible includes the word, “cheeseburger.”
- Sassy is two dollars short of the money she’s saved to buy a Maplelea doll. Scooter still needs over forty. Sassy agrees to put any money she earns over the needed amount toward Scooter’s doll, so they can be ordered at the same time.
- Wecco built a periscope, with a little help from me and an accidental cutting of all the score lines which complicated things a bit. He didn’t know what it was called or how it was used, but he’s carried it everywhere since.