Thursday, December 3, 2009
Over six years of parenting I have learned that it's not so much what I say but what I do that counts. Darn.
That makes the whole tricky journey trickier - to say the least.
My girls are watching everything I do. The baby wants to copy everything. Note to self - must stop removing my wedgie in public.
Luckily she's still young enough that she can't repeat my verbal transgressions. No such luck with the six year old.
The husband and I have made the classic slip ups. It's easy to blurt out a less than sociable word when someone cuts you off in traffic. The fact that the kids are not in your direct view makes you forget they are back there. oh dear.
Luckily the six year old is very motivated by rewards so I managed to convince her not to repeat my 'bad choice' word. So far so good.
Not so with my actions.
Yesterday the six year old had a friend over. It was getting near to the time for her friend to leave so I asked them to pick up the room. The friend did some professional level stalling. The six year old got frustrated. I could hear the edge in her voice so I went to intervene.
I arrive at the door to see the six year old in a bold stance, her finger is pointed firmly at her friend as she says,
"PICK IT UP. What is it that YOU. DON'T. UNDERSTAND?"
As she says this the hips sway, the finger wags and she leans in closer to get her finger closer to her friends face.
Yikes. I see myself in that manoeuvre.
Of course I don't want her to talk to her friends that way so we have a chat about friendly words. I feel like a complete hypocrite.
Since it's my actions that seem to count I am planning a Martha Stewart/Julie Andrews scenario for dinner. Frilly apron, a sweet smile, an encouraging song and maybe even cupcakes.