In
missions that have cars for the missionaries to drive, the mission
leaders sometimes require what they call “car appreciation
days,” where the missionaries who usually have use of a car
must go without it for a period of time. Sometimes this is because
the missionaries have already used up their monthly allotment of
miles, sometimes because the car needs maintenance.
Regardless
of the reason, elders or sisters that are used to driving everywhere
must now find alternate forms of locomotion for a while.
In
our family, we have two requirements of our children in the
afterschool hours while a babysitter is caring for them because my
husband and I are both working. They must do a small chore (we call
them 10-minute Tidies), and they must get at least one other
responsibility done. This can be practicing the piano, doing their
math, or getting their reading or spelling finished.
The
reason for this is there is simply not enough time after dinner and
before bedtime, when our children have both parents at their
disposal, to get all these things accomplished. (Frankly, this is the
first year we have three children doing homework, and it is killing
us.)
However,
we have noticed a decreasing trend of fulfilling these before-dinner
responsibilities. And an increasing trend of complaining when we ask
them to do unpleasant tasks.
In
pondering what to do about this, I remembered an experience I had as
a young teen when I went over to my best friend’s house one
day. Her brothers were all griping about not being able to watch TV.
When I asked about it, my friend said the TV wasn’t working. I
asked if it was broken. No, she replied, her parents had removed the
power cord and hidden it.
I
remember feeling distinctly horrified about that and was so happy my
parents had never done that. I mean, how could people survive without
TV?
Finally
fed up two weeks ago when I asked my children to do a job, and it did
not get done, I declared the next week we would have Free Time
Appreciation Week, Monday through Thursday. There would be no screen
time, no board games, no playing outside. There would be
homework, normal chores, and any leftover time would be spent on
additional chores. (I made a list. A looong list.)
I
knew this would punish me as well in some ways since I do depend on
The Electronic Babysitter for occupying my younger children
occasionally while I take a break or get some work done. But, I felt
we had something more to gain than a short afternoon nap.
Besides,
I’ve noticed that most better ways to discipline children are
also difficult on the parents. It seems what is best for our children
is rarely what is the easy way out for parents.
Upon
my announcement, my children went eerily quiet and their eyes got
rather large. Then the barrage of questions came. “Can I still
read my fairy book?” “Can I still go to my friend’s
house?” “Is this going to last forever?”
Somehow
they survived it.
At
the end of the week, we sat down as a family and asked what everyone
had learned. My children said they learned they really did have a lot
of free time. They realized that spending 10 minutes of it cleaning
their assigned room was not really that much. They also acknowledged
that it was not the babysitter’s job to make sure they do their
work. They apologized for complaining about the work we asked them to
do.
(Honest,
they volunteered that apology!)
My
husband and I learned that we were underestimating our children. We
were not expecting as much of them as we should be, and that was
hindering their chance to take responsibility for themselves. We were
being their constant reminder to get their jobs done, so they didn’t
have to remind themselves.
The
babysitter noticed that she only had to ask once the next week for
everyone to do their jobs. That made us parents smile.
I
have heard some people call this kind of tactic “tough love.”
I have always hated that term. I guess it sounds like “punishment
love” to me, and that seems either oxymoronic or misguided.
I
much prefer to think of our Free Time Appreciation Week as an act of
loving discipline. If the main goal of parenting is to work ourselves
out of a job, then central to that goal is helping a child achieve
self-discipline.
I
think it was a more positive approach to talk about our no-fun week
as a chance to appreciate how much freedom we usually have, rather
than to keep reminding them that this is their punishment for not
doing their chores.
A
punishment may get them to obey you next time, but if they learn to
appreciate their blessings and freedoms, they will decide themselves
to live in such a way to preserve them.
We
want to give our children the best; we want to see them happy; we
want to make their lives better. There is nothing wrong with raising
our children with access to entertainment, enriching activities and
the privileges of the modern world. However, I think the key to
raising children who are not entitled is to enforce limits and give
them experiences where they realize how blessed they really are.
Maybe
they need Cell Phone Appreciation Week, or Being Driven to School
Appreciation Week, or Dishwasher Appreciation Week, or Mom’s
Cooking Appreciation Week.
Hmm…
Where’s a good place to hide that Wii power cord, anyway?
Emily
Jorgensen received her bachelor's degree in piano performance from
Brigham Young University. She earned her master's degree in
elementary music education, also at BYU. She holds a Kodaly
certificate in choral education, as well as permanent certification
in piano from Music Teacher’s National Association.
She
has taught piano, solfege, and children’s music classes for 17
years in her own studio. She has also taught group piano classes at
BYU.
She
is an active adjudicator throughout the Wasatch Front and has served
in local, regional, and state positions Utah Music Teachers'
Association, as well as the Inspirations arts contest chair at
Freedom Academy.
She
gets a lot of her inspiration for her column by parenting her own
rambunctious four children, aged from “in diapers” to
“into Harry Potter.” She is still married to her high
school sweetheart and serves in her ward’s Primary.