last night, krystal's son was having a conniption at bedtime. scratch that - after "bedtime" but they were still up. yesterday was krystal's birthday. the night before, she didn't get any sleep because she was up all night working on a project for her work & then spent the majority of her day trying to fix the errors. well, i knew she was tired & i felt bad for her cause it was her birthday. so i knocked on the door and butted in. i usually don't. but this time I just couldn't not. So I sent her to her room & gave Caleb a little tough love. spent over a half hour, putting a pull up on him, teaching him about consequences to his actions, and helping him appreciate his kind, sweet mother. i think she appreciated it, when i left the kid's room, she was laying in bed, barely awake.
here's what it made me think about my future of possible children. maybe i shouldn't. i find myself at times thinking "if you were mine, i'd beat the hell out of you right now" about certain children, in certain situations. i think i'll be the kinda mom who says "i brought you into this world, i can take you out!" as a teacher and a future parent, my goal is not for children to like me. i want them to respect me, to listen to me, and to feel secure that they're safe in my care. liking me - i could care less about. but the thing that i've realized, especially in teaching, is that the majority of my students - they listen, they learn, they respect & then they realize that they do like me. i'm tough & i'm not a pushover. and i will hold them to consequences, but they can also laugh and have fun with me, too - at the appropriate times.
this batch of kids that i have, i'm already starting to mourn them. granted, there's a couple of oddballs. a couple that i won't mind letting move on. but for the most part, we're a well oiled machine. they know the routine, they get the rules, we've grown to teach/learn together quite well. in a month, i'm going to be getting ready to deal with a new batch. kids that will cry when they hear my stern voice, kids that can't sit in their chair right, kids that will think they can interrupt & shout out any ol' time that they want to. in two months, i'll be finally able to stop pulling my hair out. i'll be able to relax with the rule enforcement a bit. but it'll be a long few months, getting settled.
if nothing else, i hope Caleb realizes that his mom is nice, and that he needs to listen to her a little more, or else he'll get "the Swamp." that's what we sorta did last night, pull a "Miss Nelson is Missing" moment on his ass. haha. i just said a swear word.