"Hey Erik," I said when we finally got into the car. "Yeah?" said Erik. "Next time I come to pick you up, you need to hustle. When you see me walk through the door, you need to stop what you're doing, pack-up and say goodbye to your teachers," I scolded him. "I do NOT want to wait around for you. It was not polite of you to ignore me today and make me wait. I don't like it when you ignore me and don't do what I ask. Do you understand?"
He was quiet for just a moment and the he said, "You're hurting my feelings, Mom."
I could have responded in so many ways. I think I said, "I don't mean to hurt your feelings. I am upset because you ignored me."
We got home. Started dinner. Went about our evening. We were fine, but man, the end of the day stuff with the boys, is SO hard some days. It isn't all love and hugs. It's, "Hang up your backpack, put your lunch on the counter, pick up your room, do your homework, stop fighting, wash your hands, set the table, etc." I can see why it would be so much easier to stop the nagging and just let them zone out. But I don't want that. I need to dig into my patience reserves and provide the direction these kids need to be thoughtful. They so quickly slide into just thinking about themselves. As soon as dinner is over they are asking for something else--I mean my goodness! I need to work with them more on cooking and cleaning up after dinner. They need to make their lunches. They need to take a more active role so they can be more aware that when they help it helps the entire family. I'm rolling up my sleeves and getting to it. Wish me luck.