Post by milesofsmiles on Feb 16, 2005 10:00:24 GMT -5
We have had our share of bad mornings, but this one was a little different. I think that we have built in a bit of tollerence toward certain behaviors in the morning in order to get him out the door. I honestly thought we were making progress, he got all of his winter clothes on without me standing over him, repeating 20 kazillion times to get back on task. Mucho praise . The last thing to do before leaving was to take the medicine.
I got a stern NO. Usually I can rephraise the question to offer something and he takes it. This time he just told me that 'you can't make me take it'. This is true, I asked him to try one more time, he knocked it out of my hand and stomped on it. With a growl, he told me that "you can't control me". I got down on one knee, looked him squarely in the eye and said in a stern voice, "You are 8 years old, and we have given you too much freedom. You will see how much control we do have."
He said some hate stuff to me and huffed out to the car. I said some prayers for our family this morning as we begin our journey down the dark path. It's not going to be fun, but who said parenting would be fun.
Of course we did not have a lot of time to discuss why he did not want to take his medicine, and he did say he did not know why he did not want to take it. I did explain the difference it made in his school work, his behavior with is friends and teachers. But he will have to weigh that with the fact that he either comes homes with all smiles on his daily report, or all frowns, (he hates frowns).
Why does it always seem so tough....
Thanks for listening.
Miles
I got a stern NO. Usually I can rephraise the question to offer something and he takes it. This time he just told me that 'you can't make me take it'. This is true, I asked him to try one more time, he knocked it out of my hand and stomped on it. With a growl, he told me that "you can't control me". I got down on one knee, looked him squarely in the eye and said in a stern voice, "You are 8 years old, and we have given you too much freedom. You will see how much control we do have."
He said some hate stuff to me and huffed out to the car. I said some prayers for our family this morning as we begin our journey down the dark path. It's not going to be fun, but who said parenting would be fun.
Of course we did not have a lot of time to discuss why he did not want to take his medicine, and he did say he did not know why he did not want to take it. I did explain the difference it made in his school work, his behavior with is friends and teachers. But he will have to weigh that with the fact that he either comes homes with all smiles on his daily report, or all frowns, (he hates frowns).
Why does it always seem so tough....
Thanks for listening.
Miles