It’s been a very active summer. I’ve done tons of stuff with the kids. The problem: They’re not obeying. They’re totally melting down and shutting off. It’s irritating me to no end.
I had a discussion with them tonight about how disappointed I was. How my parents never did anything special with me over the summer when I was a kid. I am the oldest of five, so I can’t blame my mom. That’s a lot of work!
The point being, my kids are lucky. They have the beach and the pool and when it’s raining they can go bowling and to the movies. All I ask is that they obey.
And yet, they insist on being disrespectful.
Sometime later Bekah told me, “I’m sorry, Mom.”
I thought perhaps something clicked with her and she realized what a pill she’s been. And I do have a rule that you have to know what you’re apologizing for. Truthfully, she could have apologized for any of the million-and-one bad things she did today and I would have thought it was a victory.
I asked, “Sorry for what?”
“I’m sorry Nana and Papa never took you anywhere special when you were a kid. You had a pathetic life.”