Monday, February 19, 2007

You gotta love S.

Little miss S. has a really bad habit of not giving a care in the world for the consequences of her actions. Friday night, she snuck some candy out of her Valentine stash. I caught her shoveling Nerds in her mouth just as fast as she could while hunched down in a ball on our couch. I marched her little self to the bathroom and made her spit everything out. After I checked that all sugar substances had been flushed away, I brushed her teeth. Then, we marched to the kitchen where I picked out three items from her stash and threw them away. After a suitable period of wailing, I marched her to bed, kissed her, said prayers with her and threatened her with Daisy removal if she got out again. Laying there snug in her blankets and cuddling her stuffed dog, she peered up at me through those long lashes and said, 'Mommy, why are you angry?'

I sighed, and said, 'S. I am angry because you did something you absolutely knew you shouldn't have done. I love you. Now go to sleep.'

I will not give up on parenting this child. I will not give up on parenting this child. I will not give up on parenting this child. I will not give up on parenting this child. I will not give up on parenting this child. I will not give up on parenting this child. I will not give up on parenting this child. I will not give up on parenting this child. I will not give up on parenting this child.

M.W.

4 comments:

greeblemonkey said...

That's OK, over lunch at Wendy's Declan left his matchbox car at the restaurant. When he realized it was gone later and demanded why I forgot it, I told him HE brought it, HE needed to remember it. Then he shrugged and said "that's OK, Vo [his imaginary friend] will go and get it later." And he walked away humming. ARRGGH!!!!

joansy said...

I'm so with you. There are times when I would love to just say "fine, grow up to be a heathen, I don't care" but I do and some day, dammit, their going to appreciate that fact.

Tree said...

Like Joansy said, they will appreciate later in life. How often does a light come on in your head about something your mom or dad did for / to you? It happens.

I have a candy-sneaker, too. Actually, he sneaks all kind of food.

Gretchen said...

I repeat to myself, "These 'are' the good old days."