Quick post! I have to go in a minute because a member of the Bishopric is coming over in a moment to offer me a calling at church. Hmmmm, Im very curious. The only calling I would turn down on the spot would be anything dealing with cubscouts. Ethically, I just couldnt accept that job. Anything else that has absolutely nothing to do with tying knots, making little wooden cars, rubbing sticks together and any type of badges or ceremonies, Ill consider wrapping my brain around.
But, the reason for the post. Last night Steve put his foot down at dinner with Cailin. We fight her every single night at dinner to eat. Some parents have no problem with kids that pick around their plate, and eat tons of snacks before and after dinner but we do. Im trying to teach my child healthy eating habits, the importance of sitting together at dinner as a family and to not waste. Steve informed her that tonight she will get 1 warning and if her whining continues, no dinner. She immediately broke into sobs and declared..."You just want me to DIE!!!" This comment stemmed from us repeatedly telling her the reason we eat food is so our bodies can grow and we wont die.
So, now that I have properly screwed up my daughters perception of life and priorities. I now wonder, as an adult will she be attending therapy only once a month or have I just escalated her to weekly sessions with the local shrink?