So, I’ve had some interest in how I discipline my kids. I have no idea how this post will turn out, so beware.
To start out, I will have to say that my disciplinary skills started to develop when I was very, very young. I am told that I was super bossy….True. And super loud…Very True. I do remember punishing my dolls and making my Barbies argue with one another over who was wearing the best outfit. I liked the drama of it all.
If any of you reading this are my closest friends from high school or college, you know that I either caused drama, encouraged the drama…or added to the drama that had nothing to do with me to begin with. Something was always going on within my inner circle of friends. Life was never boring, that’s for sure. They all know it.
I remember being single, but imagining my life as a wife and a mother. Blissful…I simply could not wait. And I also remember going to the grocery store or the mall all by myself. (It seems like forever ago….well, it was forever ago.) I can recall several, several occasions observing children throwing ridiculous temper tantrums….in the middle of isle 3 at Publix because the mother wouldn’t put a certain box of cereal in her buggy. The child was sooooooo loud. I was embarrassed for her. The mom. Not the kid.