The last three weeks, give or take, Charlie has been having a hard time making it to the bathroom when he has to poo. I really think its because he's busy playing a game or with legos and he doesn't want to take a break so an accident happens. Last night was the last straw, so I'm trying something new- he's grounded. A bit harsh for a five year old? Maybe. But he's going to be in school in the fall and he has to be able to take care of this stuff on his own.
Its bizarre going through the thinking of what punishment if any to do. When you're a kid you think your parents have this set of rules and punishments in thier heads, that they always have the answer of what to do. Its only when you become a parent that you realize thats not the case. It has me wondering if my parents ever look back on thier punishments they instilled and thought, man this is crazy? Like when I got a C in gym, I had to do a mile every night on the treadmill until I brought my grade up. Kinda crazy, kinda not crazy. I just know that I'm entering the cause and effect part of parenting and I really want to do the right thing. Maybe I'm not strict enough? I am the timeout queen. I wonder if they realize timeouts aren't that big of a deal. Maybe they're onto me.
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