It’s Sunday, 6:00 AM, post-Hamilton midnight bedtime. I’m tired. I haven’t been spending much time with kids. And they’re showing it.
Lot’s of mouthy, disrespectful, anxious-type behavior.
If I can manage to engage – connect in a way that’s meaningful for them, they’ll settle down, today at least.
I don’t want to. Hanging out with kids is boring, and when I’m tired, boring is depressing.
But alas, I can at least cognitively assent to the fact that my kids’ mental and emotional health rests on whether or not they’re getting enough time with me. And if I’m not at least functional in the way I engage them, they’ll unravel. They get anxious, struggle at school, struggle with self control.
In short, they become “bad” kids.
So we punish them, which works until they become teenagers. Then they pay us back with interest. Read more