There is a word in every parent’s arsenal that is absolutely essential.
You got it…NO!
Most of the time I do not like to say no, but I am honor-bound to do so. I do not want to “crush my children’s hearts” or “ruin their lives.” Really I don’t. But there are certain things I just can’t budge on.
Baby- “But, Mom? So-and-so’s mom lets him.”
Me- “Yes, Baby. I know so-and so’s mom is an idiot.
Baby- “But, Mom? Don’t you want me to be happy?”
Me- “Why would I wish that for you, Baby? I want you to be content.”
Now granted, this is a re-enactment but you get the idea. I could give a flying flip about so-and-so or his mom. Society has created a nation full of whiny brats that do not know what to expect when life tells them no. Then we have to deal with whiny adults.
Now, my tolerance is pretty big. I can handle just about anything thrown at me in life because God is at my side every step of the way. But under no circumstances can I handle whiny. Under no circumstances can I handle my child having the disillusion that life is a big bundle of happy. It is a big bundle of poo on most days. To succeed, we must teach our children how to wade through the poo and find contentment in all things…even poo.
So the anvil doesn’t continue to fall on our children’s heads, we tell them no. If they argue, we say no some more. If they whine, we drop the anvil on their head and tell them no once more. When they throw themselves on the ground and act like a fool, we drop the anvil, tell them to suck it up and and say no again.
As a rule, I have found that usually when I am nearly at my wit’s end, baby is too. If I hold out just a few more minutes, the battle is won. Then, we can have cheesecake and get back to the things that are important., like wading through the poo and finding contentment in it.
Peace, love and God’s will.