Today was a wonderful day in so many ways, but frustrating at the same time. Lovebug is going through another “interrupting phase”. Not just interrupting either, but keeping on and on and on after I tell her no, or ask her to wait.
Honestly, it’s something that as a kid I struggled with as well. My mother would tell you that I always have. I like to talk. I like to relate to people and communicate with them. Sometimes my mouth moves before my mind does.
Actually, it’s something I am always working on. Hubby and I tend to finish each other’s thoughts and sentences just because we know each other so well.
“Hey Babe, would you get…”
“You want some water? Sure!”
Problem is, to anyone else, it just sounds like interrupting.
Even talking to friends. Sometimes I get so excited about what they are saying that I want to comment, but I have to wait. I’ve literally had to bite my tongue before to make myself slow down and JUST listen. I know, I’m a work in progress.
So, today was a struggle with Lovebug interrupting me over and over. At a friend’s house. When someone came to the door. Seriously, she hadn’t talked to me for 10 minutes because she was busy, but the second I’m talking to someone at the door she comes running up – not to see who it was, but to ask me if she could have a banana.
Nope. The answer when you interrupt me is always the opposite of what you want.
Often, she’s often just trying to be part of the conversation, which I love, but much of the time she’s also just trying to get her way about something.
It continued during dinner, and after dinner when we were working together in the kitchen.
I was at a loss for a consequence for this. Nothing seemed to fit. Then I thought about writing sentences. However, I know that handwriting is a real (painful, tearful) struggle for her – it’s something we work on constantly during school. So, I was trying to think of another way to pound this into her head.
We were making almond butter in the blender at the time, so I grabbed a measuring cup full of almonds and an empty bowl. I told her she had to move one almond at a time to the bowl and with each one, say, “I will not interrupt. It is rude and selfish.”
She did this probably 30 times, and then I stopped her. With about 15 almonds left in the cup, I decided I wanted her to end her consequence on a different note.
So I had her say, “I am a child of God. I will love others because He loves me!”
Over and over and over.
I could see her spirit lifting, and the gleam in her eye as SHE GOT IT. It’s not just about following a “no interrupting” rule. It’s about loving others, and this is just one way we can do that.
It was a lesson for me as well. Sometimes I think that’s why God gave me a child – not only does He bless me through her, He teaches me through her.