My son has yet to begin his project. My husband and I did have a few thoughts to share with him on the subject. I tried hard to not say anything, but I just couldn’t help myself. He kept telling me that he couldn’t get started until I helped him find pictures. He is doing a timeline of his life with pictures documenting each age and special events. I told him that my part came after he made notes and general ideas of what he would like to include for each year. He didn’t want to hear that. As I tucked him into bed tonight, his last words to me as I turned out his light were, “I don’t understand why you won’t even help me. That’s not too much to ask.” Instead of explaining why for the tenth time, I told him I loved him and said goodnight, as I felt my blood pressure rise.
I felt a little better when I heard a friend share with me that another parent of a child in my son’s class was living the same scene at her house. I keep being reminded that natural consequences are good. I just have to not get stressed out in the process!
I had a sweet moment with my daughter this evening. This morning I put a note in both of my children’s lunchboxes. Each had my hope that they have a great day, but using adjectives that they would each find fun, even creative in their origin. My daughter’s note said something like, “I hope you have a super fantastic, terrific, stupendous, beautimous day.” She thought that was great! In fact, before she went to bed tonight, she left me a note reminding me to “rite another note on Monday” for her. 🙂
Here’s hoping you have a super great, fantastic evening!