So, the chickadees have been home for a couple of weeks now. I swear their summers away from me seem longer and longer each year. Anyway . . .
As you can imagine, adjusting on their part, and on my part for that matter, has been a bit rocky. Kids being kids and mama being . . . well . . . a mama.
One of my children decided to complain about the rules and strictures of our home life. Poor sweetie pretends she doesn't know how good she has it.
Mama decided to remind her. With a list. Actually two lists. One was a list of expectations which has not changed upon their arrival home. It's the same list as before they left for the summer. The second list was a list of all the fun things and privileges afforded them upon returning home two short weeks prior. Before showing it to her, I titled the page that contained the two lists as, "Your Life Does Not Suck."
She didn't think the title was as funny as I did. But she DID get the point. Huzzah!
The privilege list was nearly three times longer than the expectations list. It was so long, in fact that I began to reevaluate that list. Am I rearing children to feel entitled? Am I expecting too little of them? The Affectionate One would be horrified to learn of these musings, I can tell you.
So, I am considering adjusting the lists. You know, beefing up the expectations so that it reflects more effectively the values and education I want my children to acquire before they fly the nest.
Shall I warn her of the new title? I think I might go for: "Your Life Might Start To Suck Just a Little."