I read an interesting quote while searching sources for homework and it's so true. It said something along the lines of - Life is 10% life actually kicking you in the rear, but the other 90% of it is how you handle it. This is so true and as I sat in deep thought Mosiah 4:30 came to mind, "But this much I can tell you, that if ye do not watch yourselves, and your thoughts, and your words, and your deeds, and observe teh commandments of God, and continue in the faith of what ye have heard concerning the coming of our Lord, even unto the end of your lices, ye must perish. An now, O man, remember, and perish not." This scripture couldn't be more powerful and come at a more appropriate time.
Nikholi is beginning to be our little sponge; soaking up all the dirty things throughout the family and house (and expelling it in other ways, but that's another story). Roger and I were lying in bed watching TV with Kami when Nikholi came in and called me a F***ing Retard. I was beyond appauled and in absolute shock. I couldn't believe my baby boy would every say such a thing. Roger and I looked at each other, not recalling ever calling eachother that nasty thing, and wondered where in the Heck could he have picked it up from. I immediately placed the blame on Roger's family, because there have been instances that one of the kids' will swear and it's encouraged by the parents or not dealt with. Only then, did I begin to notice the language spoken throughout the house; the F-Bombs, the D word, no abbrieviations of BS, and the sad thing is, it all came so naturally in our moments of anger.
Throughout this past week I've attempted to potty train Nikholi, and boy - I'll tell you what, it hasn't been easy. I think it's acutally one of the harder things I've had to accomplish in my life. Roger has been in training, so the house, the kids, and everything else has been left up to me (leaving me with no breaks!)Last thursday, Roger came home from his training and I asked for him to watch the kids while I completed my homework that was due for that night. Less than an hour later, Nikholi had pooped smeared on the carpet in his bedroom, on the bathtub, on the walls, on the toliet; it was everywhere. Roger immediately started screaming - so I told Roger to take a walk outside until he could cool down. I put Nikholi in the bath and cleaned the pooped that had been spread everywhere. I took away Nikholi's train tracks and that was that.
Majority of Sunday I just sat in the recliner and cried. An enlightenment had hit me - smackdab in the face! There was no structure or rules set for the disipline we set out with. I hurt for Nikholi, being at the forefront of my learning experience as a parent. Though now, I am starting to implement simple rules through out the house so that obedience is easier to come by, and the kids will know what we are expecting; there will be no guessing games. When I was younger, I honestly felt like I was walking on eggshells, not knowing when I was going to get punished and for what; and I don't want that to happen to Nikholi or Kami.
Hopefully this week will be easier. Nikholi only had one accident yesterday (Hooray)!Here's to: Positive Thoughts!
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