It starts early ... the pressure to be popular. Lately that's been the theme around my house.
I cut my hair off shorter than my son would like and the response is: "Mom you know I love you the most - but you've lost some popularity points with me until you grow that back."
And today when I had to discipline him - I heard it again.
BUT I'm not trying to be his friend and just a friend, like the cool parents in today's world. You see I care about how my son turns out and if that means being the bad guy - then so be it.
Today we worked on respect for his parents. Lately he's had a smart mouth on him which needs to be handled before he turns into one of those Disney teen characters on TV (which is why we don't watch those shows).
After he'd been banned in his room for a short period and we'd had our talk about why he was punished, he crawled onto my back and hugged neck from behind. He cuddled ever so sweetly and said, "You know you just lost about 10 popularity points with me."
"Really? Well guess what?" I asked. "I really don't care. Being popular with you isn't my goal. Teaching you manners and respect is. So popular or not - if it happens again ... you'll be punished."
"Well then I'm going to cuddle my dog!" He laughed and let go of my neck to wrap his arms around our little puppy, who had curled up behind me.
In an instant, our puppy let out a huge growl as if she was about to attack. Keep in mind this is a very docile dog, who never gets aggressive.
My son's eyes grew wide and backed up. He very quickly replied, "Well Jewel ... you just lost about 50 popularity points with me!"
All I could do is laugh. Girl power! It was almost as if she could understand our conversation and that was her way to back me up.
I grabbed my son and hugged him. And it was nice to end it with a little laughter.
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