I was out running errands this morning and Ben was home with Chrissy, our 11-year-old daughter, who is homeschooled. When I got home, Ben had his truck parked in my spot and was working on it. So I parked my car in his spot and as I’m getting out of it, Ben meets me with this LOOK on his face. All I could think is “Now what?”
Apparently, Chrissy decided to take a break from school and started washing dishes, which is one of her chores. Okay, awesome! No problem, right?
Cody bought a ceramic owl spoon rest for me for Christmas from the Santa Shop at school. He was so proud of himself when he gave it to me.
Well, I’m afraid we had an accident today. It seems that when Chrissy was washing dishes, she didn’t realize the owl was in the bottom of the sink and she kind of dropped some heavier items in on top of it. Yep, you guessed it! The owl spoon rest broke in two.
Now anyone who knows me will know that I don’t get upset over accidents. I have had so much crap happen in my life that I don’t get flapped over much. Things break. They can be replaced. Tell that to my daughter. Rather than go outside and tell Ben she had an accident, she gets into my crafting supplies and gets out the crazy glue. (You can probably see where this is going…)
For the record, my kids are NOT allowed to use any glue except Elmer’s Glue. They are kind of clutzy like me and I can see someone gluing a body part to another body part or the cat or a piece of furniture.
So…. back to Chrissy. She decided she was going to fix the owl with the crazy glue so “Mom wouldn’t get upset.” (More like, “If I glue it back together, no one will know I broke it.”)
After getting glue all over her hands and on the kitchen table, she finally decided that maybe it wasn’t such a bright idea. Somehow without gluing herself to the door handle, she went out and told Daddy that the spoon rest broke. He told her “Okay, not a big deal.” Then, looking down at the porch, she told him she tried to fix it with crazy glue. He told her she is not supposed to EVER use crazy glue.
So a few minutes after this all went down, I got home. Ben filled me in on what happened. As I walked up on the porch, I’m picturing the kid being stuck to the spoon rest. I walked into the house and she’s sitting at the kitchen table, bawling her eyes out, thinking she’s in trouble. *sigh*
So as I took off my shoes and coat, lesson of the day began. I asked her what happened. She told me. I asked why she tried to fix it herself, instead of getting Dad. She said she didn’t want me or Cody to get upset.
I sat down and explained to her that the only “things” I care about are her, her brother, Daddy and the cat. All I want is for them to be safe, healthy and happy. Objects can be replaced. My little family can’t. I told her that she could have gotten herself in more trouble trying to fix it herself than just admitting it happened and letting one of us fix it. I asked her what she would have done if she would have been glued to the cat or got her fingers stuck together. “I dunno.” *sigh*
Moral of the story: Sometimes, you have to spell it out when you talk to your kids. Make sure they know how you feel about them. Make sure you set guidelines about what to do if something happens. Otherwise, who knows, your child may come to you glued to the cat.Â
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