We've been experiencing some growing pains.
The baby, who is really now a toddler, gets into everything. I mean everything. This is my only child who has been a true climber. No playground, no matter how high, daunts her. And, yes, she does prove the need to screw bookcases into walls. This will be the child who breaks her leg or her arm or needs stitches.
Mary is turning into a true drama queen, the slightest provocation sets her off. And every single disappointment, no matter how insignificant makes this the "worst day ever." Was I like that? I sure hope not. Somehow, I don't think I would have dared, but if I did, I owe my Mom a tremendous apology.
Peter is, in many ways, just like his older brother at this age. Only Daddy will do. He is lovable, but incredibly, incredibly stubborn.
David is turning into a sullen, resentful teenager right before my eyes. And he's only 10! A large part of this is the number of major changes that have happened over the past year and a half. A new baby sister. A major move, and being forced to leave his best friends behind. Living with grandparents. Another move. Death of his great grandmother. And yet another move.
And now we expect him to be more responsible, more grown up, more reliable...it's just plain revolting.
I don't have his heart. I don't have his respect. We need to do something about that. While the academics are important, they are pointless if I lose my boy, and I can't possibly be an effective teacher, anyway, without his respect. So, the next several weeks we will be focusing on rebuilding our relationship.
What do you do to keep your children's respect? How do you speak to their hearts?