Let’s jump in, shall we?
Grace: Mom, Eli said, “What the h-e-l-l.”
Me: Did you say it or spell it? (Does it matter?)
Eli: I said it.
Me: OK. Well you will not be participating in the sleepover tonight with your sisters, and you’re getting pepper in your mouth.
Eli: I’m not putting one grain of that pepper in my mouth.
Me: Would you like to try that again?
And now to summon up all the patience in parenting I can muster….
Eli silently comes over and opens his mouth for the pepper. He then goes upstairs, yells, and slams his door. SO, I went up and made him open and close it calmly and quietly ten times, which is the normal consequence for slamming a door at our house. He hates it. A little while later he opened his door and yelled, “Don’t even think about coming up for a hug and kiss!!” And proceeded to throw things around his room.
I’m telling you right now, all of this praying for the fruits of the spirit might be working. I could not have stayed that patient had it not been for God intervening last night.
I let Eli be, giving him time to calm down and allowing him to have his feelings. I then went to his room and said good night. I asked if he wanted a hug and kiss, and since he had calmed down, he said yes. And he apologized for his behavior. AND THEN THE HEAVENS OPENED UP AND THE ANGELS SANG HALLELUJAH! 🙂
I do not have this figured out, this is not a “look at me” post. This is a “praise God that I didn’t flip out this time” post. Staying calm in the face of anger and disrespect is not my forte. So praise God indeed.