Some days you get to see a miracle when you least expect it.
It was a rough getting-ready-for-school morning.
With no tampering from Mom, in the spark of a moment of intrinsic decision making,
John scampered over to the partially-opened dishwasher and started doing his chores.
The clean silverware matched into the cutlery drawer.
(That drawer is a mess of plastic and metal, and we do our best to keep it organized.
John has been trained to “match” stuff, to put the spoons with the spoons, etc.)
I knew enough to keep my big fat mom mouth shut. I just stood there watching.
John very soon looked up at me with the biggest grin on his face.
He was proud of his actions, proud he had thought of it.
NOT because Mom had nagged or prompted.
This is the magic, secret sauce of what we seek for our young people,
that they make the best decisions they can because they choose to.
So please, dear fellow parents, keep giving them boundaries.
And you MUST hold those boundaries, without war.
I smile, zip it, and turn my attention somewhere (anywhere) else when he attempts re-negotiation.
Absolutely sure this can work in your home.
Peace be with us,