My 5 year old Liam has been going through some behavioural issues lately.
Meaning, he’s been soooo UNBELIEVABLY naughty!
Hubby and I use “time out” as our method of discipline. So Liam gets removed from the room, the activity, the meal, the snack, the computer, the TV, the toys, whatever… and he has to sit in his room to cool down, until he shows me that his behaviour has changed. He’s usually pretty good at changing his behaviour, correcting the problem and saying sorry. In fact sometimes he’s so good at it, that it borders on manipulation.
What does he do while he’s waiting to come out?
It’s called EMOTIONAL BLACKMAIL.
Can you see how his TEARS have smudged the texta lines in the second flower, and my hair?
He often draws the person who puts him into his room (ie: me) and he draws all my favourite objects, colours, love hearts, flowers, happy suns, and himself. Obviously, it’s a kind of love letter to me. But I’m sure he does this to make himself feel better and to prove that I still love him and he still loves me.
In fact he does *so* many of these drawings, that I am getting bored with them!
I now just throw away the identical and mediocre ones.
Is that bad of me? Can you believe it? I’m *this* close to being one of those mothers who say, “This love letter is not good enough! Draw me another one!”
Here you can see that his technique and penmanship is evolving. As is his access to a wider variety of drawing mediums. And his use of different fonts.
I receive about 2 or 3 of them a day. Depending on how naughty he is per day.
He just leaves them around for me to find. They get stuck on my fridge. Left on the kitchen counter. Slipped under my door. Put on my pillow. Stuffed into my shoe.
It’s adorable and all. But I actually have to force myself to ignore them… and focus on the “behavioural issue” first.
Or else he’ll think that he can be as naughty as he wants… all he has to do is draw a cute picture for me and I’ll let him off!
So when he comes to me with big, teary, dopey, sorry eyes, and he hands me the cutest and most thoughtful picture I have ever seen, drawn with my favourite colours and omg his tears… I have to force myself to give him a BLANK look and say something like, “Ok, let’s talk about your behaviour. Do you think it was a good idea to spit on your brother?!?”
It’s very difficult to NOT crack a smile.
Bitter. Sweet. Boiling temper. Melted heart. This parenting thing is so bloody tricky.
Let’s just hope he doesn’t see this blog entry and finds out how much I totally love his drawings. Or else I’ll have no chance with his behaviour!