We had a rough weekend here, Jack-wise, with a lot of misbehaving. Refusal to listen, whining, acting up in church, crying, doing the exact opposite of what he is told to do, fighting with his brother, we've got it all. We also had a lot of threats, time-out, taking away his books, taking away his Leapster globe, taking away his music, punishing him from time with friends, taking away t.v., sending him to his room, and maybe even a few spankings (though I can't remember any, but that isn't telling us much).
Today, however, a friend was over and we were all having a hard time getting along and sharing with Sam, who is one and does tend to bother. Still, part of life here is dealing with him and letting him in on the fun, even if you don't want to. After a few rounds of this, I am walking to the bedroom to intervene yet again and I hear Jack say, "Remember what my mom said, we have to be nice to Sam and share even if he isn't acting nice to us."
Hallelujah. It is amazing how much one sentence like that can renew my faith that it is not a lost cause, after all.
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