When raising my kids, there were
times that were frustrating… Like
fighting. After the first one that
came home from school and got
into trouble for fighting. We had
the talk about how not to fight.
That it isn’t good to fight. God
doesn’t like fighting. (Got to instill
the guilt card).
We talk about how MY kid better
NEVER EVER start a fight. Never
start one. No pushing, shoving,
punching, or verbal start of a fight.
They could finish a fight. Meaning
that if someone else started one,
threw the first punch, shoved, or push,
then they could protect themselves
by hitting back. I didn’t want them
to become someone’s punching bag.
So the rule was NO STARTING FIGHTS..
Not MY KID. Right?…Right, mom.
Not your kid. Well, that works at school.
But not at home. As mom the referee,
you have to decide who started the fight.
It is always …he did it… not me, mom…
or she did it, Mom, not me. So I came
up with this deal. I sat the two offenders
down at the table. Went the route of …
how MY KID doesn’t start fights.
Right? Right, Mom…So being MY KID
doesn’t start fights, I want to know…
which one of you guys, isn’t my kid…
They looked at each other and then
pointed to the other one. He isn’t, Mom..
Can My Organization Survive?
7 hours ago