Yesterday was interesting. The party issue brought some things for me to think about…mercy, forgiveness, respect, disobedience, overreaction, impulsivity…
I debated whether or not to allow William to go to this party. I thought about what had happened, and few things stood out in my mind. I won’t bore you with the details.
In the end, William stayed home from the party. There was a little quiver in his chin when we talked about it. “Okay” was all he said.
I told him how proud I was of him for the way he was handling it. I really was.
Then I let him play the DS for an hour. And when I told him to turn it off, you could see a moment of anger rise in his face, and his eyes met mine. And then, that angry curl on his lips softened, because he remembered what trouble he had been in yesterday.
And the next thing he did? He sat down with a piece of paper and began to draw a picture. (which he NEVER does). I was not allowed to look. (Which certainly had me curious…)
He drew a picture if himself, and me. And we were smiling. Big smiles with lots of crazy teeth.
And then he got tired of it when it came time to color it in (William hates coloring). So he scribbled all over it, laughed his silly, infectious laugh, and crumpled it into a ball. Which is why I don’t have a picture of it.
But the big smiles with the crazy teeth in that picture tell me something…
This punishment, it was the right thing. And I’m glad it’s over with.
And I love him so much.