Little boys and trouble...synonymous! Our boys have been partaking in the throwing of rocks, pine cones, and walnuts at various objects including cars, houses, and other kids. Thus far, it had always been hearsay, but today a neighbor actually came over to inform us that the boys had been throwing rocks at his garage window (there were kids in the garage that the boys aren't particularly fond of). Anyway, I guess this has been going on for a couple of weeks between the boys in the hood but mine got caught! Well, Lavon had had enough of this behavior! Seems spanking, time out, grounding just wasn't getting through to them.
So....Lavon took the boys crying for their mommy :(, put them in the truck, and drove them down to the nearest police substation. I was mortified but I have to admit they probably needed it (thanks honey!). When they arrived at the station, Lavon told the ladies behind the bulletproof glass that our sweet boys had been throwing rocks at cars/houses and needed to speak to an officer. I can just picture my little babies as they sat waiting nervously for the officer (he was booking someone). They waited for nearly 35 minutes and Lavon said they didn't move nor say a word. Now why doesn't this happen in an office, store, etc.?!?! When the officer finally came out from the back, the boys were led into an interrogation room where they admitted to their crimes (gotta teach them to ask for lawyers first!) At least they told the truth! Anyway, the officer explained to the boys the consequences of what they were doing and told the boys that if they throw things at other people/property, Lavon gets to break one of their toys. Don't know if I agree with that consequence but if it keeps them out of trouble, fine! (Ask Lavon about the interrogation room...he has a better version!)
Wow! The boys experienced their first and hopefully last police station/interrogation. Lavon said the ride home was quiet (again, why does this never happen for me!?!). We talked some more to the boys when they got home. They are grounded, no swimming, bikes, etc. They seem to realize they better change what they are doing or big trouble is ahead!!
A mom always sees her children as sweet, kind, caring, well-behaved, etc. and it's a bit unsettling to realize they have a naughty side and would potentially harm others/property. The situation reminded my though, that I am first and foremost their mother, here to teach, direct, and guide them to be good people even if that means punishing them. I am not their best friend (even though I would like to be someday). They will have best friends, plenty I hope, but my job is to be their mother right now, to love them and lead them in the right direction. When they are grown, hopefully then, I can be the best friend and I can wait for that reward!!!
