A Work In Progress
Posted on July 30th, 2010 by Kelly Gump
I posted last week about my oldest, Jake, and his new found Tweendom. He has been pushing his limits lately with a lot of talking back and too much arguing for his own good. It has been a really rough week, but I am hopeful that he is starting to see the light and that soon we can get back on better terms.
I took some time this weekend to spend one on one with Jake. I felt like we really needed it after constant time outs, too much yelling and a general depressing mood around the house. We were in a funk and I wanted to get out of it as quickly as I could. After a couple of hours together with pleasant conversation I feel re-energized and like we may have turned a page….maybe.
I am not naive…I know that Jake is only 7 and this is all part of growing up. I also know that this past week was no fun and I would prefer if we did not string together that many days in a row again of discipline problems. My game plan is
- Give him a warning each time he starts to talk back….a “why don’ t you try that again” moment
- If he persists, he is disciplined with a time out or something taken away..I don’t ever want to let it slide
- Catch him being good…if he stops himself from being argumentative I need to recognize that..it is so important that they are cat being good sometimes
- Spend one on one time with him each day..even if only 10 minutes
- Do all I can to explain things to him and remind him how much I love him
We’ll see how my plan works
To Be Continued……





We all experience it at one time or another: the eye roll, heavy sigh, or hands on the hips. It can even be a knock down, drag out arguement with the kids. Aaaah yes, the signs of struggling independence, a.k.a attitude. As a parent, it’s easy to get mad, overreact, or even just ignore it. But before we’re able to deal with attitude we have to understand where it comes from.
Well honestly, I’ve about had it. If one more little girl rolls their little eyes at me, I might just have to be committed. It all started today as I was trying to get out of the house to drop off the trash bill and hit the grocery store. I asked the girls to get dressed and tidy up (I absolutely hate coming home to a mess). In the meantime, I hopped in the shower, threw in some laundry, and completed some other odds and ends. I was ready to roll; they were still in their pajamas. I again asked them to pick up and get dressed (as of course neither had been done, I must just love to hear myself speak). Then they did it: the eye roll.