Like music to my ears.
Becca boo called me tonight to ask me if the punishment she gave the kids she sits for was too much. She took away their electronics for the rest of the night and made them write a paragraph about how they were wrong. “Gosh, what did they do and how old are they” I asked. The little girl is 9 the boy is 7.
Apparently, having spilled gravy from dinner on herself Becca went and took a quick shower. The kids knocked on the door and she said she would be right out. The next thing she knew the little boy was standing in front of the glass door shower watching Becca. The little bugger picked the lock. I told her I thought the punishment fit the crime. ”You know mom” she said ” I am just trying to teach them a lesson that they can’t behave that way, they are old enough to know better and to respect people’s privacy”. I agreed and said ” it is hard to teach children and they don’t always appreciate the help. I know my own children didn’t like it very much”. I couldn’t help myself, I had to say that and I think it hit the mark. She then added ” They said they wished I was never born and that I was the worst babysitter they ever had. Isn’t that mean? Why would kids talk like that, it is so hurtful. Maybe I should have them write a paragraph about mean words!”
Ha, Ha, Ha, I laughed in my head. How many times had I heard that I was the worst mother in the world and that they wished I would die. Maybe I should have had you write a few paragraphs, chapters or a book about saying mean things to your poor old mom but then again, this is so much better. It is like music to my ears.