My three year old, Makinzi, colored her wall with a red crayon tonight. When I went to get her and have her explain to me why she colored on her wall she looked at me with pure innocence, her heart breaking because she now knew daddy was upset with her, disappointed with her that she had been "naughty." She was looking at her "picture," then looked up at me started to cry. My heart broke into a million pieces when she said, "You don't like my drawing, daddy?" She said she drew me a picture and she wanted her wall to look beautiful.
Lori and I have been talking about re-painting some of the rooms. Kinzi was helping us out, I think, in her mind. She got an early start. I felt horrible putting her on a time out. Part of me says that I had to keep with the correctiveness of parenting, but nonetheless, I felt like a sh!t. After her time out was over she came and told me she was sorry for coloring on the wall. Man, parenting is hard sometimes.
Lori and I have been talking about re-painting some of the rooms. Kinzi was helping us out, I think, in her mind. She got an early start. I felt horrible putting her on a time out. Part of me says that I had to keep with the correctiveness of parenting, but nonetheless, I felt like a sh!t. After her time out was over she came and told me she was sorry for coloring on the wall. Man, parenting is hard sometimes.