Showing posts with label gentle discipline. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gentle discipline. Show all posts

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Smile at the kids

You know how in life we find people we sort of idolize and admire and strive to be like? And then we also find people who...well, we learn how not to do things.

I won't name names here, because that would be nasty. But back when Kaya was a little cutie and Lana was a teeny baby and I had no idea what was in store for me when I grew up, there was a family at our church full of kids with attitude. These kids were..what's the euphemism again these days...spirited? They were that. And the mother was perpetually running around after them, giving them a row (for you Americans that means yelling at them).

I remember occasionally they'd do something I thought was sweet, like they'd stand up on their chair during the songs and sing at the top of their lungs and clap their hands and I'd turn around to smile, thinking it would be good to encourage them. But as I turned around I'd see their Mum snapping at them and making them sit down and shut up. I guess she perceived the loud singing as mischievous. And the kids fed off the negative attention and went berserk. And I wondered to myself if she had responded with a smile and encouragement, maybe they'd stay on their seats and sing, albeit noisily, instead of running all around the church hall and unplugging the amplifier speakers. Because it seems that reacting to your child as though they are being malicious places a label on the child, and a role that goes along with it which the child will most certainly oblige to fulfill. I told myself I'd never fall into that trap.

Fast forward 5 years or so and here I am with my own "spirited" family. And all too often I find my kids doing something they believe to be innocent and giggling away, and I respond with snapping and yelling and warning and then spend the rest of the day scratching my head and wondering why the kids are so mischievous today. What possibly could have set them off?

So my challenge for this week, which will hopefully help form a lasting habit, is to simply smile at my kids more.



Whenever I make eye contact with them, smile. When they ask me a question, smile while I answer. When I serve up a meal, smile at them. When I catch them taking dirt out of the plant pot without it occurring to them that I might not be entirely pleased with such antics, first smile at them before correcting.

The theory is that by smiling I am firstly calming myself down and reminding myself that it's not as big a deal as I think it is in the moment, and in doing so I am modeling positive behavior and self control and peaceful outlook.

Secondly I am giving the kids the benefit of the doubt by smiling. I'm assuming they are innocent and just need to be reminded of the boundaries. Most often that is the case. And children and adults alike respond much better when they are given the benefit of the doubt. It's the whole catch more flies with honey thing.

Thirdly I am setting up the tone of the dialog that's to follow. If I notice Kaya and Lana have pulled off my freshly made bedsheets to make a tent in the dining room (as a random example) and I approach them waving my arms and pointing fingers and complaining that "I just made this bed and now I'll have to do it all over again!", they are likely to respond in two ways, since they have two very different temperament types. Kaya will start yelling at me in the same tone I used on her. She'll find some (usually valid) accusation to throw right back at me and then she'll storm off and slam the door. Lana will feel dejected and scared and will go to her bed sucking her thumb and twisting her hair until she falls asleep. Neither are very desirable. It won't make it any easier for me to make the bed, and we'll all feel like losers.

If however, I see what they're doing and I make myself smile. They will see that I accept them and will welcome what I have to say. I will be more likely to say something calm like, "I'm glad you are having fun. In future though, I wish you wouldn't use my bedsheets without asking first" and they are likely to say, "ok mum". I might follow it up with, "Could you please help me to make it again as soon as you're finished your game?" And they will probably agree. The smile makes a nice warm starting point, reminds me to be more accepting and gentle, and it helps my children feel more accepted and are more likely to react positively to my suggestions.

It's about stopping the vicious cycle of complaining and moaning and yelling before it even starts.

Plus, smiling is good for you. It exercises the muscles on your face, lightens your mood and makes you feel good. It makes you look prettier too. So join me in smiling at your kids, or your customers or even...(gasp) your husbands this week. :)


I was trying to find a clip from Ally McBeal when John Cage does his smile therapy but I can't find one. Oh well.







Sunday, August 16, 2009

We've coined a new phrase

Rene came up with the term this morning while trying to put away some laundry (yes, I know, I have a man who puts away laundry on occasion. I am thankful) with Turtle on tow. As he put things away, Turtle pulled them back out again.

Rene came and reported to me that our son was "unhelping".

Turtle then unhelped his Daddy to load the dishwasher later too.

Of course, we still give plenty of praise for unhelping. Not just because Turtle has the cutest grin and can get away with almost anything with that charm. But also because we know his intentions are pure. He is trying to help, to be just like Daddy. How sweet. As he grows, we can guide him towards more helpful helping, rather than unhelpful helping. But until then, I guess doing the dishes will just have to take a little longer, while we stop to grin at the boy who is unhelping in the cutest imaginable way.

I am SO far behind with pics, so here's one from July, since every post is better with one.











Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Learning to share

Zoe has always had trouble with sharing. I think it has to do with having 2 older sisters to contend with, and a new baby on the block who gets to sit in the baby gear which used to be hers, and play with her baby toys, and have her cuddles, and get her smiles and attention. It's a difficult position. Last Christmas, my brother had a laugh with us watching her open presents and immediately run to the corner with her newly unwrapped toy and guard it with her body while declaring, "It's MINE!" She was certain someone was going to try to steal it.



She's very protective and feels she has to grasp at things to stand a chance at owning anything. I've emphasized to her sisters the importance of modeling positive behavior, and that she will be better at sharing if she watches us be generous with our belongings. I've been hoping that as she adjusts to her role as big sis, she'll begin to grow into a more giving little girl.

And I saw a glimpse of that little girl a few moments ago. I sat down beside Zoe to enjoy a serving of Edys Samoas Ice Cream (oh my gosh!) while she began devouring her own. Then she glanced down and saw that I had a mouthful left, which I was just about to scoop up on my spoon. But before I had the chance, she swooped in there and snagged it for herself. Straight in her mouth.

I played it up. "Hey. That was MOIN" (the way she pronounces it. I know, I know. How mature of me). Her eyes went dead while her brain got busy processing. While she was smacking her lips and staring down at the bowl, I could see from her frozen expression and furrowed brow that she was doing a lot of thinking.

She swallowed. Then she looked at her own bowl which only had a spoonful left of solid ice cream, sitting like a castle in a moat of melty ice cream soup. She took her spoon and, confident in her decision, collected her ice cream fortress and placed it in my bowl.

And spouted out a paragraph of 2 year old babble with much inflection, and I picked up on the words, "for you", "ice cream", "some more", "mummy" and "it's good".

So we halved it. And she got a kiss and a hug. And some praise. And I was proud. And the ice cream was delicious.




Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Let them be little




I'm totally planning on making a slideshow to that song. It's unfortunately a Country song, but the words are precious.

Please, let them be little,
'Cause they're only that way for a while.
Give them hope, give them praise,
Give them love every day.
Let 'em cry, let 'em giggle,
Let 'em sleep in the middle,
Oh, but let them be little.


We were leaving the park on Thursday, and it was pretty late in the evening. We had been at a potluck and it was long over. We had stayed later because Kaya found some guy's cell phone and Rene called the guy who was traveling across town to come collect it. It seemed to take a long time so when we were finally heading home, it was getting dark. I was also seriously sleep deprived, I had had 2 nights in a row of 2 hours sleep and was very keen to get home early to get to bed.

We packed up and started shuffling the kids towards the car. Rene was buckling in Kaya and Zoe, but Lana was still at the swings, putting on her shoes verrrry slowly. I started to get frustrated. I started to nag, "Lana, come ON, we have to leave now!" Because she's just like me, this made her want to slow down even more. She played with the stones and the sand, looked up at the trees, then wiggled her foot in her shoe a little, then took her foot back out and played with the stones, then started on her shoe a little again. By now everyone else is buckled in their car seats, waiting. I wondered to myself why she was misbehaving and I started contemplating what I could threaten her with to make her comply.


Then I stopped myself. Which I should do more often. And thought - hold on for a sec - is she *really* misbehaving? She's 4 years old. She's had a fun day at the park. She isn't sure exactly where we are taking her next or how the rest of the night will pan out - she won't have much control over that. We *all* feel the need to have control over our lives. Lana gets very insecure and scared when she doesn't know what's happening to her and feels out of control. Right now, she was in the drivers seat, and it felt comforting to her. She could decide her own pace and feel that she had control as she headed to the car. She *was* going to the car, just extremely slowly.

So it might take an extra 5 minutes if I just stand and wait. If I get mad at her now and threaten her or ground her etc we'd have the following negative outcomes:

She'll cry (possibly all the way home)

I'll get more upset

I'll feel guilty

She'll feel like she doesn't have control over anything in life, like a puppet (I feel the same way, like institutionalized. She's just like me)

That insecurity will develop into bitterness and we'll probably have more acting out later in the evening which I'll also have to deal with

Her spirit will be a little crushed, her flame slightly less bright. Maybe not enough to notice, but it builds up over time.



And the positive outcomes?

I'll be home 5 minutes earlier.


I placed them on my imaginary scales and it just made more sense to stand patiently and let her take her sweet time to walk back to the car. And she did. She took her time, and she walked back to the car. And she was happy and content. And so was I.

Sometimes we make more problems for ourselves as parents, than we need to. I am guilty of it. Sometimes we need to just remember to let them be little. Run things through the "so what" test before we make a big deal about it. Is this really a battle I want to enter into? Will this actually benefit my child to "learn a lesson" that you're not allowed to walk slowly back to cars? I expect the family to wait for me often, while I take my time over something. Lana is a valid and important member of the family, and I don't see why we shouldn't wait for her, if it's important to her to go a little slowly while she gets some closure on her adventures that evening. I think she'll learn lessons about being a valued member of a team as well as lessons in patience (through modeling) by waiting and letting her be Lana. Little Lana.