what do you do?

Not a rhetorical question. Say you're child is asked to give the scripture in Primary opening exercises. He's quite excited about it, practices throughout the week, practically has it memorized. The moment arrives and you walk up to the little podium with him to whisper in his ear. Only he won't climb the steps and nuzzles into you instead of facing forward. You prod, give him a few seconds, then say the scripture yourself. The primary counselor comes forward to grant him a sticker, which sends him into fits. He starts to run out of the room. You follow, grabbing his arm. But the free arm grabs a small chair and hurls it down the aisle.
Hardly hypothetical....though I wish it were.
Yes, my child threw a chair in Primary. Then spiraled into pure anxiety in the hall, in the bathroom, in the car. Jim took over (thank you!) when we made it to the hall and their bathroom pow wow went on & on, but when they emerged the spiraling began anew. So they headed to the car.
Aidan wanted another chance to say the scripture. He knew he could do it now. Um..too late. A hard lesson, true. But a necessary lesson to learn if you want to prevent a whole lot of life pain. Jim handled it perfectly. I'm not so firm as a mom, and I worry that my compassion is too often a long-term disservice to these little people. My instant reaction was ouch for the level of anxiety in his little self. Jim's - this is not acceptable. And it really isn't. My mind swirled over ways to give him another chance at saying the scripture. Jim's firm told me no...he needs to learn the "too late" lesson of life. Ouch.
One small moment in parentng, yes. But there are so many yet to come. And the smalls merge quickly into Big..and permanent. And I want to do the right thing. And I want to help my littles become amazing bigs. And I want to spare them pain. And I know that last isn't possible or good.
On another note entirely, today is Talin's 5th birthday. I love this boy. We call him the little prophet. Because he would never throw a chair in primary. Just kiddng (sort of!), but the boy is seriously just Good. One of my favorite recent Talin stories happened when they were in the car. Megan was blasting some music.
Talin: “I don’t like this song”
Megs: “I’m sorry” (not really paying attention at the time)
Talin: “They are saying terrible things in this song mom”
Megs: “Oh… yeah they are” – she turns the radio off
Two minutes later.
Talin: “That terrible song is still in my head mom”.
Yes, Megs has her own personal Jiminy Cricket. A useful little second conscience. And a cute one. But this is forever my favorite picture of Talin with his "best friend" Wesley. About three years ago, camping. I love that all of these cousins are so close. I miss you Megs & Talin! Happy Birthday!

Reader Comments (15)
Happy Birthday Talin--I love that he is the little prophet. Such a cute boy. :)
Aidan should come to our primary, throwing chairs would be very mediocre for the things we put up with, and I'm in senior primary!
Yes, Talin is prophet-boy - such a cutie!