Been thinking about my kids' agency lately. I think if I was given the opportunity to see our home at this time, when I wasn't even a parent yet and not been able to see it was my family, I would have said it was a dictatorship, not a democracy. But should a family really be true democracy? Maybe it's supposed to be more of a happy monarchy, in which King Miguel and Queen Dill rule, with Nobles Maggy and Jojo getting their voices heard in parliament, but only having one peasant, Christian - who deserves a swift kick in the bum. Just kidding.But on a serious note, I don't believe that our family should be a true democracy. Our church leaders have counseled that "Parents have a sacred duty to rear their children in love and righteousness...to teach them to love and serve one another, to observe the commandments of God and to be law-abiding citizens wherever they live...mothers and fathers will be held accountable before God for the discharge of these obligations." I'm not worried that I'm not putting my foot down enough, but sometimes I worry that I'm putting it down too much. On the other hand, work in suburbia America is difficult to find for a little child. It wasn't so hard to find in rural America.
"Successful marriages and families are established and maintained on principles of faith, prayer, repentance, forgiveness, respect, love, compassion, work, and wholesome recreational activities." I believe this - I mean the work and wholesome recreational activities part. I'm still trying to fit in the other stuff. Let me illustrate. I get a lot of opportunities these days to lead my kids while Dill's at meetings in the evening. When I get home from work I get a lot of attention because I'm the new face. Through the evening I will often keep to a schedule with relentlessness, like making them do the dishes with me, doing homework together, cleaning their rooms, taking their vitamins, brushing their teeth, reading scriptures, and finally saying prayers before going to bed. Sometimes this is all they have time for before bed and so with me, they didn't get to play much if at all. I expect the evening to be all complains. It starts out with slow reaction time to my demands. But as the night winds down, harmony reigns. I'm amazed they want to sit right by me while we read. They add lib while we brush teeth about their day's activities and they giggle about each other's ideas on what to talk toHeavenlyy Father about, because we sometimes discuss what we talk to Him about before the prayer to counter vain repetitions. It's a fun evening, even though on paper, it was only a regiment of to dos. The structure felt good to them. This reinforces to me that it's okay to push the kids a little. We're far from violating labor laws and these kids are not missing out on their childhood.

Now one little strategy that I've come to love is giving them a choice of things to do rather than just "do this or else!" I'm not going to go into all of the psychological benefits of this because most of you reading this already know the benefits because you've told me I should try it. But I sure like it now. It's like the "easy button" of parenting.
But there is so much more to say about your child choosing to go to church and choosing to get baptized and choosing to pay tithing, etc., etc. I need to learn where that fine line is where it really is my kid's choice and there's little dictatorship left in the parenting. I don't believe it will come at the same age fore each, and I don't believe it will be dictatorship one day and total democracy the next. Fact is, there is no fine line. It is very grey, but I hope that during the teen years there is much more of a democracy because we have taught them correct principles and they have shown they can govern themselves. Until then, long live the King.
A bonus picture staged by dad but almost applicable if I push 'em too hard!
Talk about ruining a good blog! But I assure you, these are fake guns Jojo and daddy run around the house with and it took a long time to teach sweet little Maggy to pull a menacing face!

5 comments:
Looks like you've whipped your kids into shape (not that they need to be whipped-wink) Love the pictures! looks like they really LOVE to do their chores. Scott will love the pic of Maggie O'Mara holding up her arsenal! Good talking with you last night. Hope Dill enjoyed the stories! And I love how you avoided the "Love you guys." "uh huh, see you bye." he he
My Bradley brother-in-law can't say it at all. At least I say it once in awhile! I have a quota. The more I say it, the more I feel like I'm getting closer to the girly man side of the fence. I have an inner barometer that keeps track for me and I've said it to you recently so I can't do it again for awhile!
I hate to say it, but it looks like Megan is brushing her teeth in the toilet! Are you SURE you've got things under control, Michael?!
That looks like "under control" to me! Wow! Even the little one is helping clean the bathroom. I'm impressed. Our girls only like helping out in the kitchen. Yes, we've had lots of broken glasses. You've inspired me to move Miss Priss onto toilets! Yeah!!!
Funny thing, when I was a teenager I used to claim the only reason my mom had seven kids was so she could turn us into her slaves and she could lay around the house while we did all the chores. Ha ha ha! Now it's MY turn. ;)
Wow! Looks like you get the great parenting award!
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