I try to teach my children to take care of their things. However, this morning that whole concept backfired on me.
At the beginning of the school year, I bought each of my children a new pair of shoes. I also instructed each of them that these shoes were intended for school, not for play. So, they weren’t allowed to wear them until school started, and their old shoes became their “play shoes”. Otherwise, our new shoes would have been trashed before the school year even started.
Now this rule was extremely hard for Owen. He loved his new shoes and couldn’t wait to wear them. On more than one occasion, I caught him running outside to play with them on.
“If you wear them now, you won’t have any nice shoes for school.”
And he had to wait even longer to wear them, as the start date for his school was several weeks after Griffin and Ruthie’s.
“I am NEVER going to get to wear these!”
Well, while he didn’t like my rule eventually he complied, and when school started he was so proud of his new shoes. And I haven’t caught him trying to wear them outside to stomp in the mud again. In fact, I no longer have to remind him to wear his “play shoes”.
However, there is a down side to this.
This morning a slushy mix was falling from the sky.
As I opened the door for Owen to go to school, he looked down at the muddy wet grass next to the truck.
“You are going to have to lift me over that.”
All right, Mister. Let’s go.
I lifted him out of the truck, over the wet grass, and onto the sidewalk. I proceeded to walk briskly as it was a little chilly out this morning and the slushy mix continued to fall from the sky.
An alleyway crosses the sidewalk, and water was gently flowing from the alley. While I kept on walking, I turned around to discover Owen looking at the water on the sidewalk.
“I can’t cross that. You’ll have to carry me again. I can’t get me shoes all dirty.”
I have created a monster…who happens to have clean shoes.
Only At My House,