This has been a tough week. Work has not been great and the children have been bickering. A lot. A whole lot. So much so that I lost my patience with them this afternoon in the car. That might not seem like a big deal, but it really is for me. I have a ton of patience and tolerance with these children. It comes with being a child therapist. But today... I snapped. I'm SO sick of listening to Christian and Leah argue. They argue about the dumbest things. All day. All the time. It seems like it never ends. But what does this have to do with bricks, you ask?
Recently, we had dinner with my uncle. I love being around him because he is so entertaining. On this particular evening, he started telling stories about his childhood (which was very different from mine). He stated that his mother's primary form of discipline when he became too old to spank was moving a brick pile. He and his brother would get in trouble and they would have to go "out back" and move a pile of bricks from one spot to another one about 10 feet away. It didn't matter if the weather was hot, cold, raining, snowing, or sleeting. He would have to move that pile of bricks. And then the next time he got in trouble... he would have to move it back to where it was earlier. I was fascinated by this story. He went on and on about how much he hated moving those bricks. I thought to myself...
"Dang! Why don't I have a pile of bricks in my yard? I would so make the kids do that!". Does that seem cruel? It doesn't to me. Okay, maybe moving them in the rain or snow would be a little cruel... But the idea seems so simple, and yet so effective. What child would want to do that? What a great deterrent. I find it so interesting that I went to school for years to learn how to handle discipline issues with children. I know about Magic 123, time out, behavior charts, behavior plans, medications, diagnoses... you name it. But out of all of those solutions, the one that appeals to me the most is the brick pile. I want one! Sometimes I think that with all of the "progress" that has been made in society, we actually go backwards. We give children too many chances and are too lenient with them when what they really need is structure and discipline. The children of today have such an easy life compared to when my uncle was growing up. They are so privileged that they take it for granted.
So, what is my solution? I don't know. I don't have a pile of bricks and I don't foresee getting one anytime soon. I'm sure tomorrow my patience will be back in full force and I'll feel differently. For tonight though... I will entertain my fantasy of having a brick pile. Maybe I'll come up with really awful chores for them to do. It wouldn't be the first time. Or maybe I'll just go to bed early and let Scot deal with them (that's scarier than the brick pile). One thing that I will do in the future is to look for simpler solutions to longstanding problems. My uncle still remembers the lesson of the brick pile. He acknowledges that he deserved that punishment and that he learned from it. He learned that if you make a bad choice, often you will have to work harder to make up for it. That is something that everyone needs to learn. Or... maybe I'll just borrow that stack of bricks at my parents office. Hey, it could happen...