I found in the last week or so I missed sharing some of my ‘better’ moments with you. Not sure if I’ll do a ‘better’ post every day, but I think I’ll sprinkle them in whenever I get inspired.
Yesterday the kids were outside playing, enjoying the sunshine and warmer weather. All too soon, though, one of my 9 year old sons came in on the brink of tears. It seems that in typical thoughtless little-boy way, he’d thrown a stick, which hit his 10 year old sister in the back.
He tried to tell her that it was an accident. But she was too angry to care. So angry that the culprit fled into the house to avoid her wrath, totally neglecting to say that he was sorry. Which of course did not help her get over her anger at all.
When she came into the house a few minutes later, she seemed angry enough to hold a grudge for the rest of the day. I knew from past experience that she was totally capable of it.
Meanwhile, the other child was penitent, but also wanting to steer far clear of her indignation.
I was determined that our house not feel like a war zone, with kids holding grudges and avoiding each other. I brought the two parties together and insisted on an apology from him and an ‘I forgive you’ from her.
Both were performed while avoiding all eye contact, and my accompanying lecture about forgiveness and love did not soften their body language toward each other. Obviously the rift was not yet mended.
In a burst of frustration (inspiration?) I declared that they were now sentenced to a project together. I marched them into the kitchen, got out a recipe for chapatis (Indian flat bread) and told them to go to it.
They had to be prodded to even begin to speak to each other. The first 5 minutes of the project was extremely quiet. But soon, to my delight, they thawed out and began talking quietly. After 15 minutes they were laughing and chattering. In the process of flinging flour all over the kitchen and frying flatbread on a skillet, they became friends again.
And that was much more than 15 minutes better.