The kids wanted me to take them to a particular function at the library. I had planned to take them, though I really didn’t feel enthusiastic about it. I had woken up that morning with little energy once again, but I thought if the kids would all cooperate and help me it would be okay.
I gave a little pep talk, stating specifically that I would take them if and only if every one of them was ready and waiting by the door by the time the timer rang. I gave them plenty of time for the task. Still, I kept hearing them playing around upstairs instead of getting ready. A couple of times I shouted a reminder of how many minutes they had left to be ready and at the door, but when the timer rang, not a single one of them was there.
“Okay, kiddos, the timer rang and you are not down here, so we’re not going.”
One of my children in particular pitched a huge fit and was furious that I wasn’t going to take them to the library. Thirty minutes later I was still seated opposite her talking about what had happened and why her outburst was wrong. She sat glaring at me, eyes narrowed and lips pursed. Finally I asked, “Are you trying to keep from crying, or are you purposely looking at me with that mean expression?”
“I’m trying to keep from crying, because I had a dream that I cried and cried after I got in trouble and my eyes turned green, and I don’t want my eyes to turn greeeeeeeeen!”
I couldn’t help but laugh and wonder how much of what I say ever actually gets through to my children!