Do You Count?

Posted By: Postmaster / Category: communication, fatherhood, marriage, raising kids

I was having lunch in a fast food “restaurant” the other day when a conflict arose between a little girl and her mom. They were on the other side of a partition, so I could only hear the exchange. I have no idea what the original conflict was about, but at this point the mom just wanted the daughter, who had wandered away, to come back to the table so they didn’t have to broadcast their dispute to all the patrons. Must not have occurred to mom that she could stand up and go get her little girl.

“No Mommy, I don’t want to”, was said in an obvious not inside voice.

“Angelica, come here to mommy right now” said an exasperated and embarrassed mother in forced hushed tones.

“No.”

“Angelica, mommy wants you to walk right back over here right now.”

“Angelica…”

Silence.

“Honey, will you please come closer so mommy can talk to you?”

“I don’t wanna.”

Silence.

“Angelica, don’t make me count.”

“No wanna do.”

“Alright then, mommy is just going to have to count. Do you want to be in trouble? Please don’t make mommy count.”

Silence.

“Mommy’s going to count then. See how you like being in trouble.”

“One.”

“See, now mommy is counting. Are you ready to obey mommy?”

Screaming: “I no wanna doooooo.”

“Honey, mommy is counting now. If you don’t come to me you will get in trouble.”

“Two.”

 . . . .

“Three. . . See, now I am at three. Okay, okay, mommy sees you moved closer to her. I will give Angelica until FIVE now before she is in trouble.”

 . . . .

“Four.”

 . . . .

“Five.”

“Did you hear mommy say five?”

 . . . .

“Okay, there now. See that wasn’t so hard to walk back to mommy. That’s a good girl. Should we pick out an ice cream for the good girl before we go home?”

I wasn’t looking at my watch, but I bet this little tug-o-war took at least 3 minutes.

Who won?

I really felt for this frustrated Mom as she was wrestling for power and control with her preschooler. I am sure that she wanted to just have a simple meal that didn’t require doing dishes afterward. And the Mom was obviously trying to be considerate of the other customers who were trying to enjoy their meals, too.

A lot of parents fall into the counting trap. We sure did.

Looking back, I can’t think of one good reason to give a grace count after a parent has instructed a child to obey in some particular way. Perhaps this sounds rigid and dogmatic to you; but does “counting” mimic anything in real life? Do you get a 5-count to get that operations report into your boss? Is there a 3-count for running red lights?

Expecting our children to obey right away is only fair to the child. Said another way, allowing a grace count while a child decides whether or not it is worth it to bend his will to mommy is bad parenting. Here are a few reasons why I make this claim:

  • Counting is lying. Every time a parent gives this particular kind of “grace” to a child, it says to the child, “I didn’t really mean what I told you. Take your time and explore ways to get around my request.” The payoff comes much later in life when you will hope to convince this child that alcohol, drugs, skipping school and premarital sex are bad ideas for a 13 year old. He will naturally assume that he gets a 5-count for this stuff, too.
  • Counting encourages kids to test the limits of authority. To a small child, the ultimate authority of the universe is Mom and Dad. When parents cause a child to believe that it is okay to delay submission, it is reasonable to assume they will carry those beliefs into their thoughts about God and other authority figures in life. We should be encouraging kids to press the limits in life, but certainly not against parental authority.
  • Counting creates a “winner” mentality where it doesn’t belong. Of course we want to foster a positive self image in our little ones. But do I really want to make each act of obedience into a “win or lose” proposition? Think about my Angelica example: she “won” on several levels, including being rewarded with an ice cream. Winning feels good. Guess how high mommy will have to count next time? But let’s say that Angelica’s mommy gave Angelica some discipline for forcing her to count and Angelica apologizes to mommy. Now mommy wins the 5-count war, which is a hollow victory also. It would be best if “winner-loser” didn’t even get injected in discipline issues. Make ‘em winners on the sports field and in school.
  • Counting increases frustration for the parent. Now ask yourself the question, “Why did we choose to have kids?” Was your answer, “Because I need bigger ulcers and I love to hear word NO repeated incessantly”? Of course not: we have kids because we want to share in the joy they provide. Sure we know that challenges are naturally a part of child rearing. But why introduce extra frustration on purpose? Poor behavior is reinforced when a child sees that mom or dad won’t mean what they say for a while longer. Wanna hear and see “NO” more often?:Put off consequences. Counting indicates your willingness to accept extended disobedience.
  • Counting diminishes the authority of parents. Parenting is a wonderful mixture of fun, hard work, some tears, pride, and many more ingredients. Seems that the parental authority ingredient often gets substituted by some weaker value. Kids need the security and structure of overarching authority if they are to develop into balanced adults. Parents need to carefully tread the beam between iron-fistedness and best-buddyness, but must ensure that the child does not mistake himself as the authority figure in the home.

There is no harder job than being a good parent. Why make it even harder by offering a grace count in response to your child’s willful disobedience? Really, you will notice a lot less tension (in you and your child) once this kind of tug-o-war is eliminated from your child-training and discipline efforts.

 

Blessings

  

 

 

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6 Responses to “Do You Count?”

  1. Laurie Says:

    Four and a half…..four and three quarters…..four and five eighths…five! WOw I can’t believe you are knocking this! I mean, kindergarten teachers will love that your child comes to school already knowing how to count and understands fractions to boot! he he he he

    Yes, I played that game a bit because it was what my mom did but it didn’t work so I changed to the “you have two choices” bit. That works well. I even used it at Christmas time on my 18 year old. He came home during the break from college. I asked him how many classes he was going to take in the spring. He told me he was thinking about only taking one or two classes and work more. You see he was still expecting us to foot all of his bills, the cute little guy. I just smiled and said that I really didn’t care what he did but I would foot the bill in proportion to the number of hours he took in school so he could take a full load and get my money or take less and get less money from me. I didn’t care which one he decided. He frowned and signed up for a full load. :O)

  2. Dad of Divas Says:

    I definitely have found myself falling into this trap. You do your best to lengthen out the time to not be considered the bad guy…you give them more time then is actually there and you definitely do not win…the battle continues and your child is victorious. You definitely are right that there is no harder job than being a parent and I think that the hardest part of our job is definitely the discipline (at least it is for me)

  3. Kevin S. Says:

    @Laurie- You’re a tough one, I can see. Just standing your ground without any threats or drama? That is so unfair of you to not give your son a fair chance to battle with you. Raising boys to men takes patience, for sure. Just ask my wife; she’s about half done with me.

    @DoD- Yup, trying to be Mr. nice guy in the discipline department is usually counterproductive. I think there is a verse in the Bible that says something like, “discipline sucks while it is happening but you will be glad of it later when things go well for you.”(Loose quote.)

  4. Laurie Says:

    You have no idea the battles I have gone through with this boy. I paid a lot of money to learn how to not battle. I am the poster mom for tough love.

    My son was on lithuim and other various meds for depression and mood swings. He terrorized our family. My house was a war zone. I have holes in walls, cracked doors, and a lot on inner scars. I had him arrested once for atacking my younger child and turning on me. It put an incredible strain on my marriage. BUT my faith in God soared. My relationship with God became so close as I would go in my backyard and just weep in his presence.

    Now things are settled with the son (he moved off to college and I like him again) and my marriage is in the best place ever. My relationship with God continues to grow and life is so good. I am growing in who I am and enjoying life so much. Iam really an example of Romans 8:28.

    So yes, I am a tough one but the training to get me there was intense. You can’t imagine the ground that I have stood standing three inches from tha face of a 200 lb boy saying no in a clam voice to him while he is shouting cuss words in your face in a deafening volume. Yes, I am tough. But I am also happy so don’t feel bad for me. Some journeys are very tough but where you end up makes it worth the pain. :O)

  5. Kevin S. Says:

    Actually, Laurie, I am quite proud of you. You have stood tough against a difficult challenge and come out stronger, wiser and godly. It is apparent in the tone of your writing.
    God is good.

  6. Laurie Says:

    Thank you Kevin. I made it through with only a few loose screws! he he he. I worked so hard to push through it. I am very perseverant. I know I wouldn’t have made it without God’s provisions. He put the right people into my life. He stayed very close to me when I thought I wouldn’t make it. There was one night I was in the backyard having a private meltdown. I couldn’t handle the intense wound up feelings I was having in my gut. I thought I would explode. I begged God to give me some relief. Then I felt my guts begin to unwind and the tension relaxed. It happened in about a 10 second period of time. All I could do was say “Thank you God”. I felt like I could keep going. Yes, Kevin, God is so incredibly good. I love him so much. My passion is to discover the depths of the level of intimacy a relationship with God can be. I believe we only scrape the surface. I want to go deep. I want to know what loving God with all my heart, soul, mind, and strength really is. Then I want to tell others about it. :O)

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