I am in the middle of one of the biggest tests I have had in a while.
The subject - raising a boy.
The test administrator - Peyton, one 5 year old boy.
Progress - I will get back to you on that.
My adorable son, the love of my life, the boy who will become a man that no woman will be good enough for - is testing me. He is trying to discover his boundaries, my limits, what consequences I will dole out, and just how far his charming personality and curls will get him. The timing couldn't be worse. With daddy overseas, I am reaching my limit a lot faster than if I had back up. We're talking potty mouth, hitting, disobedience, mini-tantrums, and out right devilishness. My blood is boiling just thinking about that stinker. And I have tried it all in dealing with it - discipline, positive reinforcement, redirection, modeling, consequences. Sometimes with success and other times with great failure. The thing that is getting me through it right now is thinking that it is a phase.
So if there is anyone who wants to arrange a marriage now - you have my ear. Your daughter can have him!
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