sister: Mom…Andrew HIT me.
me: Andrew. Be nice.
sister: MOM! Aren’t you going to DO anything?
me: Andrew…come here.
me: You hit your sister?
me: You know that’s not nice. Say sorry.
Andrew: (turning towards sister) Sorry!
sister: Mom! He SO isn’t sorry! Send him to his room!
me: Andrew, go to your room. You think about what you did.
sister: And don’t come OUT ever!
Andrew: How long?
me: Well, I’ll let you know.
Then you know what happens? I get busy with other things, I get distracted, and soon enough I see Andrew back downstairs playing the Wii with everyone else. And then of course, the wronged sister comes at me…
sister: MOM! Andrew is downstairs playing!
Andrew: What, mom? (all innocent-sounding)
me: Are you out of your room?
sister: Yes, he IS out of his room! And he shouldn’t be, right? Tell him to go back!
me: Well…he was in there pretty long….
sister: NO he wasn’t! Mom! He HIT me!
The problem with me is that I’ve got no law laid down. Sure, I say things like “no hitting” and “no name calling” but there are no concrete consequences for these actions. And my kids know this. This is something I need to work on. Like, right now – before my kids are all adults who go around hitting everyone who makes them even the slightest bit angry.
Actually, I the more I think about it, I really don’t think I have too much to be concerned with regarding the hitting-thing. My kids have always slugged each other every now and then, but yet not one of them has ever hit any kid outside of our family. Never! Not once have I ever got a phone call from the school or another parent about a kid of mine hitting. So maybe, just maybe, it’s more like a show of love and affection here in our home? Not really anger or aggression after all?
Yea, that must be it.