How can something so ugly come out of something so cute? Seriously, look how cute she was painting a few days ago:
Last night I was thinking to myself “Where does she learn this?” and I received a very matter-of-fact, clear-as-day answer…… “She learns it from you.” Yep, that’s God for ya, never softens the blow when He has something to say. Ouch.
And it’s so true. Granted, I haven’t thrown Pooh-Bear against the wall in the last few weeks (J), but boy do I freak when I don’t get my way. I say things I never intend to say, I become pouty, and my joy is completely stripped of me. Have you ever caught yourself saying something mean, or spewing a curse word, due to a certain situation, only to wish you could crawl into a cave and hope no one, even your child, heard you say it? I hate those moments, and I have them a lot.
I have felt rather confident in my decisions with correcting Mikayla thus far. She gets a swat to the behind or on the top of her hand when she does something harmful to herself or others. This morning she got a time-out for acting out, and then I told her why she was naughty and showed her what being a “good girl” looks like, so that when I tell her to be a “good girl” she will know how to do it.