So I feel a bit bad now about the manners post, because this week Téo has been lovely. Sweet and funny and happy and nary a grumpy or rude word from him.
Of course, he did tell me to shut up on Saturday evening*, which ended his meal there and then and landed him immediately in bed**. But it seems that outburst has cured him, at least for a while.
And how I appreciated my sweet-again boy yesterday afternoon. After hours of trying to sort out a major client's major report, I went to pick him up from his weekly gym class ... where the sight of 20 small people practicing a dance routine for their upcoming show brought a smile to my face ... and Teo's dancing of us home freed the last scraps of text and tension from my mind ... and my focus shifted fully from work to my boys, to where it should be.
* To be fair, I was laughing at him when he was tired and having a sulk. And he did warn me he was going to say something I wouldn't like before he said it.
** Yes, it would appear that being sent to bed is our consequence of choice. What paradigms of positive discipline and encouragement we are!
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Just when you want to resign as a Parent you can always count on them giving you a hug and telling you that they love you!
It is of little surprise that Parents to grown up children are grey, balding, wise and have loads of patience!
Getting to that end of the Journey is bound to be full of interesting moments. Hang in there!
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