Confession of a Marshmallow Mom
So I agreed, with the condition that the clean her room.
She just blinked at me.
I used to teach parenting classes. I do know about consequences and follow through and how kids need rules and boundaries. I know she needs to know that when Mom says something, she means it.
I’m also aware of the 14 year old tornado that would have been released if I had done what I should have done, and not let her go. I know how disappointed her friend would be, who I’m sure was only allowed to invite one friend and she chose Kennedy. But these are just excuses.
At times, I am a marshmallow mom, and I’m sure that has contributed to fact that our home often looks like a frat house, that our children often argue and fight, and the fact that I do way more chores than anyone else.
And I’m gonna crack down, really. I’ve already announced that stuff left in the living room will be dumped outside. With school starting this week, new chore responsibilities will go in to effect. Bedtimes will exist once again… at least for the younger two…
I post this not seeking any support or condolences, but more as a reminder to myself that I really do need to get a little tougher. Most of you are probably guilty of the same behavior, at least once in a while (except for you, Lisa Souers), so maybe you need the reminder too.
I’m also hoping that Kennedy will get wind of the post and suffer a little embarrassment at the picture. Feel free to send her a note 🙂