Where is she getting that from?
The kids have been at Grandma and Grandpa’s for a few days and Mike and I have been enjoying some time alone, so I’m putting up a post from my archives (which turns out to be one I needed to take a look at anyway. I’ve had a few of those sometimes-parenting-is-hard days lately and needed the reminder to look at my part in it…)
“Fine,” my daughter said, “That’s fine.” I’d just told her she couldn’t do something she wanted to because she’d been arguing with her brother too much. And the tone in her comment was the last straw.
“We’ve got a new rule around here,” I announced. “No sarcasm.” I’d been hearing a lot of it and I’d had enough.
Where’s she getting it from? I wondered.
A few days later, I got my answer.
And it wasn’t the one I wanted…
My daughter asked if she could watch TV and I said no. She argued, then, “You’re not fair,” she whispered, leaving the room to mope.
I followed, frustrated. “You’re leaving sad all because of TV? That’s great.”
She turned and looked at me.
“You’re being sarcastic,” she said softly. “I thought you said we couldn’t be sarcastic anymore.”
It made me stop and think.
Because she was right.
We talked about it and I apologized, promising to follow the rule, just like her.
After that day, I saw her attitude change.
A funny thing…
so did mine.
And I think the next time I wonder where are my kids getting that from?, I need to ask myself
they are getting it from me.