Poor Philip. Being 4 can be rough sometimes. Lots of rules. Lots of expectations. Lots of emotions.
Sometimes, his emotions erupt like a volcano. I understand. I feel that way sometimes and I am still a work in progress on “turning the wheel” and keeping my emotions under control. Today, in fact, I felt a rumbling of anger when he had drenched himself with the rainwater (irresistible!) while I walked the dog. I had this big plan. It was a cloudy day so we were going to relocate some of the 4′ x 4′ garden beds from the back garden and put them in the front garden. But, a soaked child in cool, persistent wind is no good and I was not in the mood to dress him in fresh clothes, stick his feet in plastic bags to allow him to wear his sodden boots and layer him in a fleece and a windbreaker since his winter coat was dripping. It was so disappointing. We were going to be EXCAVATORS! We were going to unearth these beds and haul them. He was going to get wonderfully worn out and I was going to tackle a chore. But, it drained me. I lacked the reserve to be resilient about it. We went in. I removed all of the wet items, made sure he was warm and dry and relocated myself to make a bed while he listened to Poetry Speaks to Children in the kitchen and read along with the book.
As I made the bed, I argued with myself about whether or not this was a major big deal (not really) or just a learning opportunity (probably) and what I could do about it (get calm, move forward).
When I got downstairs, he was still listening to poetry, and I was still feeling pretty negative. So, I grabbed a notebook and a pen and just started writing. I sat on the chair near the window (trying not to think about all of the seeds that I have not yet planted) and I got my mood back in order after about 2 paragraphs (I wasn’t given much time for more). He came up with some games to play, we had book-and-a-snack on the chair a bit later, then enjoyed reading the graphic novel version of The Little Prince over dinner. Afterwards, he had a fabulous splash fest in the bath followed by a bedtime book, then lights out.
As I gave Philip his bedtime hugs and kisses, I told him how much he helped me get chores done (he helped me vacuum and he helped me clean dishes), how hard he worked on controlling his emotions (He and I worked on a list together. For example, “When I get angry, I will stop and think quietly.”), how gentle he was with the dog (lots of pets and a reminder to brush the dog’s teeth) and so on.
He was grinning ear to ear. He even said he was blushing.
As Adele Faber and Elaine Mazlish point out in How to Talk So Kids Will Listen and How to Listen So Kids Will Talk, lecturing, preaching and harping about mistakes are ineffective motivators for positive change. When the situation has passed, when the milk has been spilled, when the brains (both the parents’ and the child’s) are back in normal mode, it’s time to talk about ways to do things differently. It can be really hard. Parenting is a selfless act, but not all parents are selfless (nor, I think, should they be). But, having faith and trust, leaning on patience and collective plans really can help ease the burden on all in the family.