Though our three sons did not always act as each other’s best friend, I, as their primary personality groomer, was actually consistently best friends with each of them most especially at times when parental discipline was called for.. (Sounds like the impossible dream come true—right?)
As to my husband’s role at home, Will, being a young surgeon during the 1980’s and 90’s, was rarely home from sun up till dinner time at about 6:30, gifting me with free rein to experiment with positively focused techniques concerning how best to tame natural outbursts of frustration, indignation and anger on my part as I made wise use of natural and logical consequences that led our rambunctious trio of boys to choose to follow my lead.
Other than when they were playing team sports, my sons pretty much did everything, together; the older two chose to include their much younger brother when play took place within our home or backyard. Needless to say, brothers playing, together, would inevitably experience reason to engage in at least one intemperate ruckus and most likely more, every single day. As for me I’d tired of being referee with no idea of who did what or said what to whom being that my presence had been elsewhere unless I heard the younger of the two older boys yelling about a headlock, thus requiring my mediation before their baser instincts came to blows.
Let’s remember my having mentioned that during my sons’ developmental years, my experimentation with a creative bent concerning positive discipline techniques was experiencing stages of development, as well.
🙋🏻♀️😊Annie
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