Disney Fixes Everything
For the last six years, I've been living in a fantasy world. A world where my children are best friends and treat each other with nothing but kindness and respect.
Since I was the queen and supreme ruler of this fantasy world, I patted myself on the back. It took more than the waving of a wand to make two little kids get along. All of those lectures about the importance of family apparently worked.
Until now.
About a month ago the kids slipped into this horrible phase of fighting and arguing. They can't seem to play any game or engage in any activity longer than thirty minutes before the gloves come off. So I separate them. And I lecture them.
Of course being forcibly separated just makes them want to play with each other more. Suddenly they are best friends, when five minutes ago they were worst enemies. What's up with that?
My daughter thinks she has it all figured out. Last night she came downstairs all teary-eyed and announced that we must return to Disney World.
"We have to go back to Disney World." Sob. Inhale. Sob. "It's when we got back from Disney that my brother started being mean to me and hitting me and not liking me anymore!" Wail. Inhale. Sob
We went to Disney World four years ago. He was two. She was five.
Little do they know that we have a trip to Disney World planned for Spring Break. It's going to be a surprise. (Shhh.) I can't wait for her theory to be tested.
Maybe returning to Disney will bring back my fantasy world. If not, at least we can live in Walt Disney's fantasy world for a while.
Since I was the queen and supreme ruler of this fantasy world, I patted myself on the back. It took more than the waving of a wand to make two little kids get along. All of those lectures about the importance of family apparently worked.
Until now.
About a month ago the kids slipped into this horrible phase of fighting and arguing. They can't seem to play any game or engage in any activity longer than thirty minutes before the gloves come off. So I separate them. And I lecture them.
Of course being forcibly separated just makes them want to play with each other more. Suddenly they are best friends, when five minutes ago they were worst enemies. What's up with that?
My daughter thinks she has it all figured out. Last night she came downstairs all teary-eyed and announced that we must return to Disney World.
"We have to go back to Disney World." Sob. Inhale. Sob. "It's when we got back from Disney that my brother started being mean to me and hitting me and not liking me anymore!" Wail. Inhale. Sob
We went to Disney World four years ago. He was two. She was five.
Little do they know that we have a trip to Disney World planned for Spring Break. It's going to be a surprise. (Shhh.) I can't wait for her theory to be tested.
Maybe returning to Disney will bring back my fantasy world. If not, at least we can live in Walt Disney's fantasy world for a while.
Labels: challenges, family, kids, parenting, siblings, travel
posted by Major Mom at 11:38 AM
Karen is a military wife and stay-at-home mother to a seven-year-old daughter and a five-year-old son. A Boston native who’s lived in the Shreveport-Bossier area for eight years, she spends most of her time volunteering at her kids’ school, supporting her husband, playing with her friends and watching her hair turn gray. In between, she writes about her life here on her blog.
2 Comments:
Okay..my image of you as Queen Supermom with Amazingly Behaved Kids has been totally shattered! LOL!
Nice to know that my kids aren't the only ones who "hate" eachother! (Ironically enough, when my mom separated me and my brother...we always became instant friends again. Think she was on to something!?!)
Actually, the boy said, "I hate you!" to his sister one time...and NEVER EVER AGAIN. He'll remember that talking-to for a good long time. ;-)
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