Every child, it seems, loves stamping through the house in their parents' shoes. It is almost symbolic as they learn from their parents and strive to be like them. They adopt our priorities, our sayings and our mannerisms. When a child has ongoing discipline issues, oftentimes the first place we need to look for correction is in ourselves and how we are treating them.
My son loves his father's work boots. They are large and heavy, coming up to his knees. They make a pleasing clomping sound as he struggles to lift each foot and then lets it come crashing down on the wood floor. Once, he slipped them on at the front door and announced, "I daddy! I coming home from work!"
We all cheered and shouted, "Yeah! Daddy's home!" and rushed him like he and his sisters do when daddy is home.
His face became serious. "Let me get in the door. Let me get in the door," he said as he pushed past toward the laundry room. Oh, how he sounded like his father.
There is no greater music to my husband's ears than the squealing of his children to welcome him home. He loves having his children charge him on the front lawn and scoops them up for a hug. But once he steps through the door, his mind changes focus to getting things put away, getting his clothes in the laundry and having a cup of tea. He kind of wants to be left alone until seated with that cup of tea.
And his son, at three, has definitely noticed that. Children act like tiny little mirrors, reflecting and sometimes even magnifying our own attitudes.
parenting, children
My son loves his father's work boots. They are large and heavy, coming up to his knees. They make a pleasing clomping sound as he struggles to lift each foot and then lets it come crashing down on the wood floor. Once, he slipped them on at the front door and announced, "I daddy! I coming home from work!"
We all cheered and shouted, "Yeah! Daddy's home!" and rushed him like he and his sisters do when daddy is home.
His face became serious. "Let me get in the door. Let me get in the door," he said as he pushed past toward the laundry room. Oh, how he sounded like his father.
There is no greater music to my husband's ears than the squealing of his children to welcome him home. He loves having his children charge him on the front lawn and scoops them up for a hug. But once he steps through the door, his mind changes focus to getting things put away, getting his clothes in the laundry and having a cup of tea. He kind of wants to be left alone until seated with that cup of tea.
And his son, at three, has definitely noticed that. Children act like tiny little mirrors, reflecting and sometimes even magnifying our own attitudes.
parenting, children
