Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Parenting True Confession
Once upon a time, out of fear and to protect my family from what I had decided was evil, I thought I should try and protect our Sundays and make them more sacred by controlling what they watched on TV (trust me, I've come a long way baby and I have since resigned from Satan's plan).
One Sunday, all my family decided to watch the Grammy Awards show, and I was in the kitchen feeling righteous indignation and insisting they turn off the show because I had falsely decided, not just what was right for me but what was right or wrong for everyone else to do on Sunday. (I have since learned is the classic sign of a control freak) Never mind the suggestion, "Teach them correct principles and let them govern themselves." No, I had a better way.
Now you have to know that one of our primary businesses was music distribution and so the Grammy's was an important part of what would affect music sales not to mention just a general interest in music; so of course, they didn't comply. My righteous indignation was calling out for more force, and let's just hope this wasn't my true nature and that I was only the victim of PMS, PTS, OCD, Bipolar, and any other ailment that would take away my accountability; but I proceeded to grab the remote and throw it at the TV. I discovered that when I am really angry that my aim isn't so good and I happened to hit sweet little Taylee in the back of the head. So much for a sacred Sunday or giving any evidence that following my rules for Sabbath observance could produce Christ-like behavior. Our kids have gone years thanking Taylee for her unselfish sacrifice protecting the TV.
Fast forward to this last Sunday. I had gone to a friend's father's viewing, and upon arriving home; discovered my family watching the Grammy's with Taylee wearing this helmet. Gosh, I love my family! They make me laugh so hard I cry.
Go ahead and thank me. I have just made you feel like a better parent.
Posted by Tanya at 4:31 PM