
Timeout here doesn't always look like it might in your home. This a.m. the middle girl was in trouble, trying to run over the other girls , all on bicycles, on her second day without training wheels. Now, I see the other two complaining and upset, I see S smiling, but in my heart I know that we have been here before with the other girls. They all do it, S is just the one who always gets caught, besides she is ADHD and an easy target for her sisters.
We did timeout. Albert and I ended up in timeout with her. We talked, then we ate fresh out of the oven, homemade cinnamon rolls! She got the first two. It makes me giggle to know that the other two just know they have gotten her into so much trouble, we are not letting her come back outside. Then Albert invites the others in for breakfast.
Later the two "perfect children," according to them anyway, inform Albert that S is the BAD one. So, instead of having a child you have loved, nurtured and taken are of for 5 years, we have a 5 yr old child that has been told, almost everyday of her life, that she is bad. Sometimes timeout if for speaking life into a child, instead of punishment.
Just a thought...