Sunday, July 16, 2006

My first entry on joys and sorrows of parenting

All-

I've never posted anything on a blog before, but figure that the family blog would be a great place to start.

So two things that may be of interest. The first is that Kristi and I finally found a house in SLC and should be closing on it at the end of August--assuming inspections and appraisals work out ok. The house is about 1/4 mile north of the Quists on Melony Drive, just west of 2700 East on 4200 South. We're really excited about the house and hope you all can visit us often there.

Second, we had a mini-version of Ripley's "believe it or not" at our house today, and I thought you might find it humorous.

Background. On Saturday, after taking care of housekeeping and a few other odds and ends, we went to the outlet mall in Park City, had a late lunch at Granny’s Shakes in Heber, and then went to Provo to attend Mindy Jensen’s wedding reception and spend time with Gram Gram and Grandpa. We really enjoyed spending time with family, and got home rather late.

As a result, we didn’t have the energy to make the 9:30 am church meeting in Sandy, so we opted to attend sacrament meeting at 10:50 am in the ward which we will attend once we close on our home. (Meetings in that ward start at 9am, so we couldn't make Primary or Sunday School.) We got home around 1:00pm, had lunch, and then prepared to have Primary at home, combined with some Sunday discussion about the Gospel.

When I asked who wanted to be in charge of singing, Katie volunteered first, and so she received the assignment. Of course, then Abbie wanted to lead the singing first. She wouldn’t accept the role of sharing time leader, so in order to compromise we opted to have two singing times in Primary. Katie began to plan the music for her turn, but then Abbie did thing to bug her, and so Katie went upstairs to her room to do this. Abbie followed shortly, so within just a few minutes I had two whining, arguing girls in my room. I hate playing Solomon.

I first tried the serious talk about how we couldn’t be happy in our home if we had fighting, that they would be sisters forever and so might as well get along, etc. That speech wasn’t too effective—they kept blaming each other, etc. So next, I opted to diffuse the situation with what I hoped would be humor, a technique that had worked in the past.

So I said, “Why don’t you two just fight it out right here…since you don’t like each other, just fight it out. I put my fists in a boxing-position. So Abbie, who has never hit anyone with her fists like that, gets up and assumes the position and starts practing her swings. Katie—who hasn’t done any boxing either, just stands up and does nothing. “C’mon” I said—fully expecting that they would start laughing, or realize the stupidity of hitting each other and quit fighting—at least temporarily.

Then, all of a sudden, Katie takes both hands, rushes up to Abbie, and just decks her in the shoulders so Abbie goes into the air, falls backwards on her feet, and then lands on her bottom. Abbie bursts into tears, Katie starts laughing, and Kristi and I are caught in this mix of sorrow, surprise, and laughter. Sorrow and surprise because Abbie is crying and Katie just decked her, and laughter because we can’t believe Katie did this—and Abbie probably deserved it.

I give the sobbing Abbie a hug while asking Katie how she feels about hitting her sister. She smiles, laughs, and says something like “fine—you told me to do it.” (So now I feel really great--was I naive to think they wouldn't actually fight?) After calming Abbie down, they both leave the room, and Kristi and I bust up laughing in our room. Who knows, maybe Abbie will be a bit nicer to Katie, and vice versa, but who would have thought Katie would deck her sister.


If anyone has suggestions on to handle two personalities that are diametrically opposed, mixed in with a lot of estrogen, please have pity on me and clue me in.

And, have a great week! Austin

4 Comments:

At 8:46 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

If you hear of any good things, clue me in, too! Laurie and Emily rarely quarrelled, but you know too well how the boys picked on the one just younger, then got to be the oldest, and picked on the next one. I never understood it.

I wonder what would happen if you completely separated them for a day or two and didn't let them see or do anything with the other, if they'd realize they miss each other. You could have them take turns being able to be on the main floor, eat in the kitchen, sleep in a guest room alone etc. That might be interesting or it could just be a collosal pain to enforce. I have fewer answers after 35 years of parenting than I did before I had any children....

 
At 8:47 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I forgot to put "other" " Alan" in this case is MOM--though he wouldn't like to be....

 
At 3:53 PM, Blogger Amy said...

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At 4:00 PM, Blogger Amy said...

Ha, ha, ha. First I laughed out loud when I read that Katie decked Abbie, then I laughed out loud again when "Alan" claimed 35 years of parenting. What a bind, though: on the one hand, you want to congratulate Katie for her pluckiness (and obedience, I might add), but then you probably shouldn't encourage violence as a way to solve problems.

A funny story on this topic. I once assigned my students to write a comparison/contrast essay on different ways to solve problems. From this assignment came this paragraph (I'm not making this up, but the student will remain anonymous): "Violence is pretty much better because like if a guy tries to attack you, you should probably know karati or kung fu or tae kwando because violence keeps you safe. But I guess sometimes it's better to like be chill like when your two best friends are fighting to the death and then they realize that you are just hanging out, they look at you and realize that the whole argument was dumb so then they don't kill each other. So non-violence can be good. Unless your great great great great grandfather was a thief in ancient Rome or another ancient empire and then you would probably want to continue the legacy. Like if my great grandfather was Billy the Kid."

Um. Where does a teacher begin with some kind of productive comment? I mean, everytime my two best friends have been fighting to the death, I've just pulled out great grandfather's battle-ax and ended the conflict in one bloody chop.

 

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