May 19, 2015
I sat my defiant son in the office writer’s chair I sit in to write my blog and the thousands of words for a memoir. He had his
little arms folded across his body. His eyes slanted to the left and he let out
a loud, “humph!”
Nico is now seven, He is the sweetest, kindest and most considerate child, but when did this
attitude happen? I really need to hone my parenting skills to curb this attitude. But is this unavoidable? His personality is developing. But this was going
to be a moment that I would test myself as I searched for the right words to say
to instill confidence and power as a part of his developing self rather than tear him down.
I love both my sons' age now because at the ages of 5 and 7 both my kids want to be just
like me. So I have both their attention. This is the time I can build Christopher, and especially Nico's, positive attitude. Eventually Nico and Christopher will hit puberty and the won’t want to be anything like me.
In the words of Andrew Clark from the movie The Breakfast
Club, “ My God, are we gonna be like our parents?”
I don’t negotiate with my kids. I just want Nico to sit in
my office chair and listen to what I’m going to tell him without having to use
force in order for him to listen to me. But here he is holding his ground
refusing to partake in a life lesson I’m willing to teach. Parenting can be
such a hard balance. ON one hand I don't want to be too forceful and on the other I need to be encouraging.
While Nico sits in defiance I slowly take off my police
uniform. I'm trying to act cool but his attitude in public was making me upset because adding yelling to an attitude ins't acceptable. And I wanted to refrain from yelling since that would be a bad example and contradicting myself.
“I heard you were making a large scene at the pool today,
Nico,” I said.
I removed my police shirt and began to shed the bullet
resistant vest while I looked over my right should at him.
“Nico, you can’t have an attitude and throw a tantrum at the
pool because you didn’t get your way.”
“Humph.”
I bent over and took off my shoes. One by one I place them
neatly on the floor. While on my knees I reached to him and place my left hand
on his face and turned his head toward me.
“Look at me.”
“Humph.”
“You are strong and a leader. You must lead by example for
your little brother. If you are told “no” by me or anyone else, well, it is
no.”
He turns his head again to the side. Nico then clutches his arms closer to
his body and let’s out another, “humph.”
I placed my butt on the floor and removed my socks from my
weary feet. It was such a hot day today in this Florida humidity. After a
twelve-hour day the last thing I wanted to do is scold my child. I wanted to
undress in peace.
“Nico,” I said while gripping his knees, “we can’t always
get our way so we pick and choose when to fight for what we want. Wanting more
time in the pool isn’t one of those battles.”
I just want to get through to him and start molding his mind, curbing that attitude. At seven years old that
brain of his is developing into who he will be as an adult. I hope I’m
instilling a life lesson of advice in that brain of his for future use to make him better at blanking his anger.
Nico looked over at me and responded by saying, “okay
daddy.”
Those words were pretty rewarding as a parent. I felt at
ease with my parenting skill for the day.
“Good, soon,” I said with satisfaction in my voice.
I gave him a big hug. He jumped from his chair and headed to
the living room to watch television. I have won for the day and hopefully
instilled a valuable life lesson for his future. Or, I created more battles for
things he truly wants. Parenting skills aren’t just for kids. I'm learning a thing or 2 myself. Who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks?
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