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Z_Hall -> RE: Exasperating your kids (3/15/2010 9:22:59 PM)
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It's inspiring and refreshing to see parents examining Eph 6:4 at this level. No idea how you maintain patience with teens who forget to chew, forget homework etc. I have a few "executive functioning" challenges of my own. Supportive structures such as the reminder function on my mobile and task breakdown-and-scheduling software limit the extent to which I exasperate myself, so I'd be well tempted to help a teen implement something like this. I don't think Eph 6:4 means parents must avoid conflict at all costs. When I read Eph 6:4, I think of ... A few years ago, I was visiting my parents. Two youngest sibs each had a large bucket of Lego or something similar. They'd earned much of it through work and scripture memory, I don't know the details. They enjoyed playing together and were VERY careful to keep their pieces separate. Pieces loaned or traded during play sessions were sorted at the end, etc. For some reason, our father decided to use these when playing with a visiting grandkid ...and he intentionally mixed their sets. Both were deeply provoked to wrath (it's a KJV household!) and he had a litany of reasons he'd done this for their own good. Apparently their way of sorting these had been bothering him for a while. Insulting the youngest then blaming me for her tears was another example on that visit. She was crushed and feared I'd believed him. Na kiddo, I might've been born 21 years earlier and never had my own bucket of Lego, but we had the exact same parents. These were fairly mild examples, but seemed so needlessly malicious and petty. They claim they've improved vastly since I was young; fortunately, I don't recall them being any worse. Mother was at least as bad but far subtler, adept at covert provocation. Haven't dealt with the kind of exasperation you describe yet, as my son's just a toddler. When out and about, I'm surprised at the number of people who overtax the limits of their kids' nervous systems then think it's a behaviour issue. Presuming he has my genes (although there's zero visual evidence of that), he can only handle so much outside noise and hectic before needing to refuel. He also needs a lot of running-around-outside time, which I arrange in somewhat unconventional ways. It's easy to imagine I'm an adequate parent at this point.
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