For parenting to be effective it is important not only to stand by your man but stand by your word!
Let me share one of my many life experiences raising my 13 children with you….
I must say there were days when I found it rather difficult to cope and needed a few miracles to get through the day, especially through the school holidays.
Along with those miracles I needed a plan, and I needed order.
During one school holidays the children and I agreed we should have a school holiday timetable and it should go something like this….
So, with a timetable in place, I felt comfortable leaving the younger children home for an hour or so with the older ones while I ran some errands.
One morning I returned home, parked our 15-seater, rusty old white Urvan in the driveway, hopped down from the driver’s seat, walked through the garage,
passed the school bags hanging on the hooks and opened the door to the playroom. To my disappointment all the children were sitting in their pyjamas
looking disheveled playing Nintendo or watching their older siblings playing it – they were mesmerized and didn’t even notice I had entered the room!
Annoyed and determined to restore order I turned off the TV and asked them to join me in the kitchen for a debriefing.
I walked toward the kitchen lifting my feet over crusts of toast and tried to avoid brushing up against smeared vegemite on the walls… AND it only got
worse!
The kitchen table was strewn with cornflakes, spilt milk, and orange-juice!
Beds not made.
Laundry not done.
In fact, not one thing we agreed the night before was done.
I sat them down, eyeballed them and reminded them of the timetable we agreed upon the night before.
They looked remorseful… I felt hopeful.
One of the tenets of positive parenting includes having high expectations of our children.
But was I delusional with my expectations?
The same thing happened the following day and again on the third day! It was like Groundhog Day on steroids!
By this time, my temperature was rising.
What was wrong with these kids?
Then suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, it hit me. Words were not working …my kids must be visual learners!
So, with adrenalin pumping at high speed through my veins, I eyed the Nintendo, ripped the cable out of the wall, grabbed the machine, stomped up the
stairs, charged through the kitchen, threw open the back door, stormed onto the verandah and with a deep breath I hurled the Nintendo across the
backyard, over the pool-fence, and into our swimming pool.
Oh and it felt sooo good!!!
It was an exhilarating moment watching it sail through the air taking my emotions to a whole new level.
It was so cathartic for me.
But perhaps not for the children!
I believe it is always good to allow your children to experience a broad spectrum of emotions!
Their reactions ranged from total disbelief to frustration to anger.
With my coping mechanisms well out of control the only thing I had left were miracles.
I witnessed three miracles that day.
My ability to throw the Nintendo across 25 metres of lawn into the deep end of the pool was the first miracle.
The bonding of two of my sons who usually fought relentlessly – was the second miracle. One dived into the pool to rescue the Nintendo while the other
ran for the hairdryer.
The image of the two of them standing on the back veranda shoulder to shoulder trying to resuscitate the Nintendo with the hairdryer is something I will
never forget. What a sight! What brotherhood! What a loving and united family we were!
And the third miracle?? - they fixed the thing - unbelievable!
From that day on the children towed the line - more or less…well at least until the next parenting challenge!