Experience taught me that the easiest and most effective way to influence my children was to ignore negative behaviour and to praise good behaviour Often if I didn't react to swear words for example, my children soon forgot about them because our family didn't usually swear. ( Shut up was banned but does mother saying, "Shit" count?)
We had few other kid who lived near because we lived in the sparsely populated greenbelt which surrounds Ottawa, Canada even before we moved out to our seven acres. However there were three older boys who lived downs the road. Our hockey net attracted the boys at first; they would come over and play road hockey right in front of our house with our older children . Actually everybody was eleven and under back then. David, my fourth, was only five but he was the designated goaly, sporting adult sized pads which almost completely immobilised him. David was thrilled to be included in the road hockey game, even if it meant enduring hockey pucks that relentlessly slammed into his pads.
The hockey scrimmage was the highlight of the day. After dinner, I'd help everyone bundle up against the cold because even our youngest children refused to be left out of the excitement. They could only waddle outside; scarves wound around their faces and foreheads and just their twinkly eyes were exposed.
We had few other kid who lived near because we lived in the sparsely populated greenbelt which surrounds Ottawa, Canada even before we moved out to our seven acres. However there were three older boys who lived downs the road. Our hockey net attracted the boys at first; they would come over and play road hockey right in front of our house with our older children . Actually everybody was eleven and under back then. David, my fourth, was only five but he was the designated goaly, sporting adult sized pads which almost completely immobilised him. David was thrilled to be included in the road hockey game, even if it meant enduring hockey pucks that relentlessly slammed into his pads.
The hockey scrimmage was the highlight of the day. After dinner, I'd help everyone bundle up against the cold because even our youngest children refused to be left out of the excitement. They could only waddle outside; scarves wound around their faces and foreheads and just their twinkly eyes were exposed.
As I started closing the door, Emily took out her thumb and yelled,
"Close the fucking door you stupid bitch!!!!"
My mouth dropped open and I slowly closed the door without saying a word. I went down the hall in a bit of a daze and slowly said to Michael,
"Do you want to know what Emily just said to me?...".
I didn't mention anything to Emily and she never repeated those three swear words again.
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