Ivan is a tester. He is not afraid of a spanking or two and it usually takes three to really get him mad. Not that I am trying to make him mad, that’s just what happens when he is made to realize he is not in control of me or the rest of the house.
Today it was something seemingly simple, I guess it usually is. He wanted to play with his car downstairs and we made a rule long before he was ever thought of that states as follows: “No toys shall be brought downstairs, only toys that are designated ‘downstairs toys’ will be allowed downstairs. All other toys must remain in the play space upstairs.”
Now, I don’t have the 10 commandments of toys written out anywhere but we truly do try to keep the downstairs less cluttered by keeping this rule. Ivan has gotten away with bringing toys downstairs in the past because I wasn’t convinced that he understood the rule. When my hands are busy I don’t have the ability to enforce it, so if I were to tell him to take the toy back upstairs I would just be saying it over and over again to absolutely no avail.
I have been convinced recently that Ivan absolutely knows the rule and simply doesn’t think it applies to him. So today I took a stand. I’ve taken stands of this nature before with Ivan, the most recent being the lay down at nap time caper. It has been proven to me that spanking him one time does not convince him that I am serious. Three times is certainly the charm.
Today again it took three spankings and my standing at the bottom of the stairs coaxing him along before he very angrily climbed himself and his car to the top. How does one crawl up the stairs angrily you may ask. Well, It’s sort of a stomping with both hands and feet, an increase in speed as to get the job done quickly and with finality, and then add to that a lot of tossing of the head while crying and every now and then looking back at that mean mom to make sure she sees how very much he dislikes this.
He stopped crying within seconds of being upstairs, he was red in the face angry, but he did the job and I doubt I’ll have trouble with this issue again. Once he understands how serious I am about something he usually obeys quickly the next time around. Ever since the lay down in bed tantrum, I can say lay down to him at bedtime and he drops like a stone.
Unfortunately, I don’t know how many more of these “stands” are in our future but I hope that if we can squeeze enough of them in before he reaches 4, I won’t have too many of them in his teenage years.
Ya’ll pray for me.