Sophie got all excited when she saw bubbles overflowing from my mop bucket. “BUBBLES,” she squealed.
“They’re not like bath bubbles, Sophie. They’re cleaning bubbles and you can’t play with them.”
“Yes I can.”
“NO, you can’t.” I turned my back for a couple of minutes then turned around to find her splashing bubbles everywhere. So I calmly firmly rather loudly told her that SHE COULD NOT and put her in time out.
This was her plea from time out.
“I didn’t DOOOO anything!”
Silence. I’m mopping. She’s in time out. I’m not supposed to respond. Don’t you watch Supernanny?
“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!”
“Sorrrrry, MOM. I’M SORRY!”
Silence.
“I didn’t MEAN to. I’m SORRRRRY! I’m SORRRY!”
Silence.
“I didn’t mean to, Mommy! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
Silence.
“I DIDN’T KNOW ANY BETTER!”
HUH? Manipulation so early? I was stunned. I broke the rule and responded. “YESSS you did!”
“I DIDN’T KNOW ANY BETTER!”
Heavy sigh.
Where do I go from there?
oh honey, we really are meant to be friends. that is exactly how I feel when I am talking to my 5 year old boy. It honestly seems he is impossible. IMPOSSIBLE. My mom and sister and husband who love him and me so would tell you the same. HE is very difficult. It’s just when I feel that I have no hope of him coming around that I realize that this is just where God wants me… not relying on what I see (which is scary), but what He says about my child… which is that He has a perfect future prepared for Luke… that He has made him perfect… I am going to continue to stand on those promises… even when I feel like I can’t take another “Luke” moment.
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Ha! Sophie keeps you on those toes. Maybe you should have taken ballet.
Me again, Ginger