Yes, this is my daughter sitting on my (i.e. our) bed, eating a pie and watching cartoons.
We can’t and shouldn’t always insist on the rules.
We sometimes have to forget about them.
Me, I like rules. I always thought that the order and discipline are the key to success. Even in the context of parenthood. I firmly believe that meals should be eaten at the table, at the specified time. And that’s how it usually is.
But there are days… There are days when I’m sick and tired of everything.
There are moments when I simply give in.
And I must admit I like it.
May these moments be understood as the exceptions that prove the rule.
And it gives such joy to a child to be allowed to do something that is normally forbidden. It may give them even more satisfaction than if they could have it their way all the time.
I admit I enjoyed it too. We both nibbled at our pieces of the pie, right there on the bed.
We have a new game. We pretend we are friends, talking about life. Much is allowed in the game that usually is not. Don’t worry, the game doesn’t last very long, but it’s enough for both of us to enjoy ourselves and find new pleasures.
We sometimes have to give our children some space and freedom. Make it harmless, innocent freedom. Try to loosen your grip. Nothing bad will happen if you allow yourself and your children some freedom occasionally.
Breathe, laugh, make jokes, be merry.
Try it, it’s easy. It’s harmless.
Because that also makes you a parent; actually, it makes you a good parent.