One of my sons has been really grumpy lately.
Actually, that son has had grumpiness issues all his life, probably related to a stroke in utero and ADHD and a couple of other things. He usually balances the grumpiness out with cuddliness (think about a grumpy teddy bear?), but the older he gets, the less the cuddliness side of the equation works.
There's been a bit of inadvertent destruction that has accompanied the grumpiness lately. It's not violent; it's things like picking at electronics, until the electronics are in a pile of unattached wires. Or trying to do chin-ups on his brother's clothes closet rod, after which the rod bends and breaks.
What I really want to do is send the kid to his room. I want to quarantine him for just long enough that this mood passes -- say, for 3 or 4 years, when he's about to turn 20. That, and I want to nag him into submission: "STOP being so GRUMPY, you!!!!! You're driving everyone CRAZY!!"
Somehow, nagging and criticizing him doesn't help with the mood thing, though. And banishment leads to angry boredom, which leads to more inadvertent destruction.
So instead of doing "time outs", we do "time ins". This is so much harder: these Time Ins are just terrible, terrible punishments . . . for the parent. Mustering my self control and cheerfulness around someone acting like a hedgehog is just incredibly energy consuming. I have to muffle all those "Stop it right now!" impulses, and instead model that calm, focused presence. "Please come back in this room and then practice leaving it without stomping."
Last weekend the Time In included practice at the many stages of restitution. The closet rod had been broken, and my son is old enough now to take responsibility for choosing a new rod, paying for a new rod, and installing a new rod.
And like going for a long run, the hardest part was getting started. Once we were out the door, the whole experience turned into an adventure, a bout of camaraderie. We biked to the hardware store, and I realized I'd never shown my son the secret back-way route that avoids all the automobile traffic. He was delighted. We got to the hardware store, and I realized I'd never shown my son that I walk my bike through the store with me. ("If people can bring in shopping carts," I told him, "then we can bring in bicycles.") He was delighted again. I had my son ask a clerk for help finding the right kind of rod and attachments, and the clerk was very friendly and helpful, which surprised my son. Clearly, I've missed out on many teachable moments.

And since then, he's seemed much calmer. Maybe that's just what he needed: a bit of attention. Supervised practice at doing things well. A sense of accomplishment; something he created (instead of destructed). A glimpse into the adult world of commuting and commerce. The satisfaction of knowing he's made restitution.
I think I've earned myself a Time Out.
Parenting is hard work--you do a great job at it. Keep it up!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the encouragement (as always). I know it's coming from experience, so it means all the more to me.
DeleteThank you so much for sharing a slice of your life with us. I appreciate the strong example you set and will do my best to keep these in mind as my little one ages (currently 16 months old). Even now, I find that extra attention and time spent with her is the best solution to any of the small annoyances. She gets into "trouble" (like trying to clean the cat box herself) when we don't pay attention.
ReplyDeleteI am continually impressed by the depth of thought and devotion you put into raising your children. If only all children were so lucky.
It's amazing how much of a difference "time in" makes, especially if I work hard to keep it non-judgmental. "Work hard" is operative; this ain't easy at times. But you're right that it's worth it in the long run . . . what a difference it makes.
DeleteMy kids don't clean the cat box; the dog (unfortunately) takes that task on. Yeccchhh!!!!
I love when hard things turn out great! Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great perspective! I'll have to file this away in the event I have kids one day :)
ReplyDeleteYou obviously are a wonderful mother who puts the children in a place of learning positive solutions instead of the screaming go to your room way of raising kids. I'm a mom of 7 grand om of 8 and 1 greatgrand. Raising kids is the hardest job in the world. Many parents don't think of it as a real job--just as real as a paid position only the job of rearing your kids has eternal consequences. No dress rehearsals. I was also childcare provider for many years. You are a pro!!!
ReplyDeleteSeven kids, eight grandkids, and one great-grandchild. I stand in awe.
DeleteI don't think I'm a "wonderful" mother, but I appreciate the compliment! I am very glad I have the gift of being almost obsessively analytical, so I react to most emotional events with "where is this coming from? what actions will address this particular issue?". There are true advantages to this Spock-like approach, at least in terms of altering behavior. (There are disadvantages, too, of course. Warm and fuzzy is not me).
Love your blog. But then, I'm very miserly.
ReplyDeleteAbout you not being warm and fuzzy--how do you think I survived all those years? I was a tough, tough mom. We were poor and all my kids are adults people would be proud to say were theirs. And I got even tougher when daddy ran off and left me with 5 kids and bills! You got it right mom!
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