Sunday, January 22, 2012

Trading the rod for the staff

Lately, I have been struggling with my son, Aiden. He is defiant, disobedient, rude, and argumentative. The tantrums we had outgrown years before have returned and each day, I find myself locked in a perpetual battle of the wills. I have taken to scouring every parenting book I own (and even digging into the libraries of my friends and neighbors), trying to find something, anything to get us through this phase.

I recently borrowed a collection of Christian parenting books from a neighbor and fellow mom that all spoke to one common truth: that it isn't enough to use discipline to enforce the rules with our kids. That we must go beyond addressing the behavior and delve into shaping the hearts of our kids, their motivations, and inspire in them an obedience not only to the letter of the law, but the spirit of it, as well. That we must shepherd the hearts and minds of our children and not just seek to change their outward behavior.

I've been reading these books, filing away this knowledge, praying and trying to understand just how I could implement it in my day-to-day parenting. Because let's face it: when your child has just flat disobeyed you, you're standing in the checkout lane with all of God's creation staring down at you and your naughty, sassy-mouthed child, you are sleep-deprived, have needed to pee for 30 minutes and are running behind in your day, the last thing you are thinking is, Hmmm, how can we address the heart issues behind this behavior? What you are thinking is, I want to put a stop to this RIGHT NOW! So, if you are like me, you spout off with a "STOP THAT NOW!" through gritted teeth, accompanied by a look you hope will scare him straight. You repeat yourself, adding a bit more tension and seriousness to your voice. You might even lean over and whisper into his ear what his punishment will be when you get home or to the car. Eventually, when my eyes are bulging and every muscle in my face and neck is tensed from the effort of NOT strangling him right there in the grocery store, he obeys my request. And although his behavior may change for the moment, the same infraction always seems to be repeated a few hours later.


So, I decided to really put this idea of both behavioral AND heart correction into practice a few days ago. I made the painful decision to stop repeating myself and retrain Aiden to obey me after one request--which has meant a lot of discipline and punishments these past few days, with the hope that once he learns to obey the first time, there will be fewer battles in the long run. And I've stopped barking orders at him and started working on his heart, trying to teach him why it is important to honor me, to learn obedience to me, and ultimately, to God.

Honestly, things have been slow-going and frustrating these past few days. I haven't seen progress and if anything, Aiden seems more resistant than ever. Today, when I asked him to complete a simple chore (using the pooper-scooper to clean up after the family pet), things quickly dissolved into all out war. I asked him to do the chore. He ran out in the backyard. I go out 30 minutes later, and he's barely started, choosing to goof off instead. I remind him that he's not doing anything else until the chore is complete. He continues to goof off. Two and a half hours later...the scoop is still mostly empty. At this point, I am out of time to wait on him, so I set a timer for 15 minutes, a reasonable time to complete the job, and tell him that if he doesn't complete the task in time, he will receive one swat for being disobedient. He wastes his 15 minutes. He gets a swat. I reset the timer and send him back out, telling him the next time will be two swats. He still goofs off. I deliver the punishment and he leaves the house wailing at how unfair I am, how stupid chores are, how horrible his life is. I reset the timer...and then start praying.

I knew that what I was doing wasn't working. I'd even tried talking with him after his spanking, tried to calm him and encourage him to get the work done. I wasn't about to let him off the hook, but what could I do? I couldn't just keep setting the timer and spanking the kid all night! So I prayed: for patience, for wisdom. I cried out to the Lord how ill-equipped I was to deal with this stubborn, willful child and asked for help. And then the timer went off. But miraculously, as I walked outside, I knew what the Lord wanted me to do.  

Time to put down the rod...and pick up the staff.

I went outside and I could just see Aiden tense up, waiting for his punishment. But I just walked up behind him and placed one hand on the rake and one hand on the handle to the scoop, my grown-up hands over his, and began to help him with his chore. We worked like that for a couple of minutes, me helping Aiden, saying very little. And then I asked him, "Aiden, do you know what grace means?" I explained to him how grace was a reprieve--it meant being treated far better than you deserved. I explained that I was offering him grace, a reprieve from punishment. And there in my back yard, picking up dog poop after an exhausting afternoon of fighting, I was a shepherd to my son, leading him through the gospel. I explained about sin, about the holiness of God, about how we could never be good enough to earn God's forgiveness--but that He gave it anyway, for any who would accept it.  We talked about the incredible gift of Jesus. And he responded, asking questions, surprising me with his insight, though clothed in childish terms and analogies. We worked like that for about 30 minutes, our steps clumsy and our movements awkward with my hands over his. But as we completed that disgusting chore, God was using our struggle to do something truly beautiful.

I am not so naive as to believe that this one afternoon has erased all of Aiden's disobedience, and I can guarantee you that every infraction won't be met with such grace in our home--there will still be many times when the rod rules the moment and I discipline Aiden as God has charged me to do. But today, I picked up the staff of the shepherd, and by offering him grace and leading my son through the gospel, I have planted seeds that in the coming years, I hope to see take root in the heart of my son, transforming him into a true believer and follower of Christ.

PS--Curious about the books I've been reading? Check out Tedd Tripp's Shepherding a Child's Heart and it's companion book, Instructing a Child's Heart. (Click the image to be taken to Amazon).






Monday, January 16, 2012

A Quick Visit

Mamaw and Papaw, Aiden and Aubrey's great-grandparents, came for a quick visit Saturday afternoon to deliver Aiden's birthday quilt and wish him a Happy Birthday. They also brought Aubrey and her best friend, Ireland, a new Princess quilt each. Mamaw and Papaw are quite the quilting team--Papaw cuts the material out, Mamaw does all the sewing and quilting, and the turn out beautiful blankets. Here is a pic of Aubrey with hers (Aiden was too busy riding his new scooter to pose with his blanket). And I managed to snap a great picture of them with the kids.




Sunday, January 15, 2012

Conversations with Aubrey

Me: Aubrey, I am the parent, you are the child. You do not get to boss me around.
Aubrey: Mama, you the parrot? Mama, say "Polly wanna cwacker? SQUAWK!"
Me: No, Aubrey, PARENT not PARROT!
Aubrey: SQUAWK! SQUAWK! Mama da parrot, Aubrey da child. Mama, you want a cwacker?
Me: I give....


Saturday, January 14, 2012

Sleepover for Six

Aiden's birthday is coming up on Monday, so we celebrated with a sleepover with 5 of his friends last night. It was utter CHAOS, but the boys had a blast. We started the night off with some Just Dance for Wii and a few other games, then ate pizza, and frosted and decorated our own superhero cupcakes and scarfed them down. After cake, Aiden opened his presents and since he received multiple Nerf guns, they just HAD to have a Nerf war! Then they jumped on the trampoline (which became a wrestling ring) until they were worn out and I brought them all in to put on PJ's. Then we spread out blankets, popped popcorn and watched The Goonies, which none of the boys had seen--they all LOVED it! After that, it was upstairs to camp out on Aiden's bedroom floor, where they spent the next hour goofing off and acting crazy (which meant I spent the next hour rushing up the stairs and threatening them with their lives if they woke up Aubrey). FINALLY they fell asleep around 11:00--and I got to tackle the gigantic mess!

The next morning, I made french toast and bacon and eggs for everyone while they played Wii and jumped on the trampoline. Then I packed 'em up and shipped 'em off (which meant they all dropped their stuff in their respective homes, all on our block, and then ran back to play). At least I was able to kick them outside and straighten things up a bit before Aiden's great-grandparents arrived for a visit. A hectic couple of days, but worth every bit of the hassle for the fun Aiden had.  He was all smiles, surrounded by his buddies and doing some of his favorite things. I'm glad we did it--I'm just happy that next year, Brad will be home to help!!











Friday, January 13, 2012

The Many Faces of Aubrey

I love my sweet, sassy girl! She is such a spunky little gal--always hamming it up for a laugh, full of drama, and with a wicked bossy streak. Aubrey goes to preschool 3 days a week: Tuesday through Thursday, and by Friday morning, she is always ready for some "Mommy-Aubrey time." We spend the morning in our PJ's and snuggle on the couch, playing and being silly together. Here are a few pics from today's cuddle-fest. As you can see, she is full of personality!

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Double digits

Tonight, I realized something exciting. There are exactly 100 days left until Brad's anticipated date of arrival. Of course, in army speak, that's give or take a few weeks. BUT...if things go as planned, when I wake up tomorrow, we will be in the double digits. What a huge milestone that is for us! I can't wait until Brad is home safe for good! (Or, at least until Uncle Sam calls on him again)

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Happy New Year!

2011 has passed away, 2012 has come charging in, bearing plenty of promise. This is the year that Brad will return home from Afghanistan and our family will be reunited. We will move to a new home in Kansas and we'll start a new adventure there. We are planning to take the kids to Disney World in the spring, so there is plenty to look forward to in the new year.
I've decided not to make New Year's resolutions this year. They always seem so...temporary. Something you start in January and forget by February. But I am setting some personal goals and even some family goals I thought I'd share with you.

1. To develop our annual family budget and stick with it. We have always had a budget and have used mvelopes(http://www.mvelopes.com) in the past and always had great success, but recently we've abandoned it and things have gotten a little off track. This is the first priority for the year: to get things back in order.

2. To get back into blogging. I've always enjoyed blogging, but with this deployment, it has been very difficult to find the time. I've set what I think is a realistic goalan average of one post per weekso hopefully things will get back rolling once again.

3. To carve out time for regular exercise. It isn't because I'm trying to lose weight, or because I'm somehow wanting to become the next wonder woman. And I'm plenty active enough during the week running after two kids and maintaining a household. But to help with the stress and maintain my sanity, I've decided I need to set aside time for an exercise class or gym session or even a relaxing solo walk twice a week. This will be the most challenging goal for me to keep. Time is a precious commodity that I have trouble spending on myself.

So those are my goals. Nothing major, nothing outlandish. But all things that need to be done. Hopefully, I'll be able to report back next year that I've accomplished all of these goals.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

He's coming home!!

I wish I could say it was for good, but Brad is due home for R&R on SATURDAY! The coolest part is that he'll come home on Aubrey's birthday--what a special birthday present for her! I am so looking forward to the next 2 weeks of family time. And when they are over, I'll be horribly sad, but grateful that we'll only have 4 1/2 months remaining in this deployment. Say a little prayer that Brad's travels are uneventful and speedy!

2011 Christmas Card

Here's this year's Christmas card. Love the pics and I'm SO GLAD we had these done right before Brad left.

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Sunday, September 18, 2011

France, continued... A Sweet Reunion

The day after I arrived in France, I woke up EARLY to catch the high speed train to Paris so I could pick up Brad from the airport and ride back to Vitry le Francois with him in his rental car. I headed out at 6 AM and walked the mile to the train station, ducking into the boulangerie to buy a still-warm pain au chocolate for my breakfast. I arrived at the train station 30 minutes before my train, asked to buy a ticket in halting French...and then my credit card didn't work.

I quickly called the bank, and it was a compatibility issue--European credit cards use a micro chip and a pin instead of a magnetic strip that is swiped, and although most merchants are equipped to handle both types of cards, the train station wasn't. No ATM in sight, they can't just type in the number, and my train is now leaving in 10 minutes. I'm so disappointed and frantic, because I have no way of reaching Brad (I have his cell phone, and he doesn't have my French cell number to call me from another phone), he's expecting me at the airport, and there is no way I can drive to Paris and arrive in time-I was going to take a 198 mph train, which would get me there in a little over an hour, versus the 3 hours it would take to drive. Just then, the ONE English speaking employee they had, who had been translating for me, says "You come with me, my friend is the conductor on that train, we ask her if you can ride for free." He walks me out to the platform, asks his friend, and she says, "Sure" and tucks me into a second class cabin (which she conveniently skipped when it came time to collect tickets). So my day was saved by a guardian angel, dressed as a gallant Frenchman.
Later that morning, I arrived in Paris, then had to walk a half-mile to the metro station, where I would take a subway to the airport. After about 10 minutes of carefully watching the Parisians and trying to figure out the metro system, I hopped on board a subway...and then dashed off just in the nick of time when I realized I was on the wrong train! I grabbed the correct ride a minute later and was on my way. The metro system was awesome and so easy to use after that first blunder-once I figured out the system, I loved it and used it often on my Parisian forays.
I arrived at the airport just in time to see Brad walk out of baggage claim and customs. It was a sweet reunion, but brief since he was accompanied by 4 other Army guys. We headed off to collect his rental car, then coordinated with the rest of the guys to head over to the shopping center I had blundered my way to the day prior, so the guys could pick up SIM cards for their cell phones. After a hilarious conversation in the cell phone store with a college-aged French girl who spoke fantastic English about the TV show Glee (which is where said girl learned most of her English, including plenty of slang that cracked me up), we decided to quickly grab food at the mall, since the guys had limited time before they had to report in at the French military camp that was hours away. So, my second meal in Paris was, once again, in the mall. Seriously.
But wait, it isn't as bad as it sounds, because in the middle of the mall was an area of tables, with cloth linens on the table and vases with flowers. They had a prix fixe menu that included a glass of wine, duck confit and potatoes with a salad, and an apple tart for dessert, followed by espresso for 13€. We gave it a shot, not expecting much since it was mall food...and seriously, the best duck I've ever had. In. The. Mall. I freakin' love France.
After gorging ourselves and resolving to learn how to make duck confit at home, we hit the road. And the jet lag hit me. Hard. I'm sure the wine and duck and dessert didn't help matters much, but no matter how much I fought it, I kept falling asleep sitting up, sometimes even mid-sentence. Brad kept telling me to take a nap, I kept saying no, I didn't want to waste our time together slee...zzzzzzzzz.
When I fell asleep while protesting, I decided to go ahead and lay back and snooze. We arrived in Vitry a little later, where I was able to...er, properly welcome my husband, ahem. Then he headed off to work, I napped off the remainder of the jet lag, and we met back in town for dinner and a stroll around the square. It was such a wonderful time, walking through this quaint French town hand-in-hand, finally able to talk about all the things we'd missed out on over the past 4 months. It was a little slice of heaven in the midst of a dark year, and I was (and am) so grateful for every moment we had together.

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Check out A Belly in Bloom, a page devoted to Angela's pregnancy with Aubrey. You can see belly pics, sonograms, and learn more about how Aubrey (formerly known as "The Bean") came to be the lovely little girl she is! You can also find Angela's favorite recipes and newest food experiments at Cooking with the Parker Pack.