Hi there! I’m Veronica and I’m the really happy mom of nine amazing kids, blogging over at Nine a Plenty. (I usually take the pictures, so this photo of me with one of them will have to do!) We have a busy, crazy life, but it’s the best one around. I’m not the most clever mom, but every once-in-a-while, my frazzled little brain brings forth a grand idea that actually works for us! I’m always excited to hear about other’s ideas that make our home a happier and better place. So, I thought I’d share something that works for us! Who knows?! Maybe it will work for you too!
Being the mom of nine is absolutely as crazy as it sounds. You take the noise, the drama, the contention and you multiply it…by a gazillion! OK…so a little exaggeration. But, you get the point…pure craziness at times.
I’ve been asked before how I do it. Well, the truth is, I do it just like any other mom. You take one little meltdown, one little heartache, one little last-minute homework project at a time. In my home, there is no perfect parenting. There are perfect intentions, but no perfection anywhere else. I’m just like you, I scratch my head on a regular basis trying to figure out how to instruct, how to help, how to guide, and how to comfort. I promise, I scratch my head OFTEN!
How do I handle the craziness? Well, Big Daddy has taught me some good ol’ tricks as well. He did handle 6 of his own for a while!
Just last night we had a little “hiccup” (my codeword for the “less than perfect” occurrences in my home).
Onto our hiccup…
Keely and Luke were
arguing lovingly sharing their differences. So…they got the Big Daddy special.
Sit on the couch…and hold hands (my kids hate this when they are angry.)
(hee hee hee…oh, the wicked laughter begins)
The best thing about this “consequence” is that no matter how determined they are to hold on to their frustration or anger, no child of mine has ever been able to make it last very long while they are holding the hand of their enemy. It’s only a matter of time before the giggling ensues. With Keely and Luke, they were giggling and making faces before they even sat down.
I believe there’s something magical about the human touch. I also believe that it’s a critical part of our existence in this life. There’s something magic that happens when they touch hands. They can no longer be mad. I have some very strong willed kids…and boy do they try. I can only remember a couple times when their stubbornness ALMOST won.
And then the big guns are brought in. The Big Daddy Super Special!
Can I just say that we win every time?
I love the magic of the human touch!