Henry David went to the dentist yesterday. He was the kid you could hear screaming from the lobby. I was asked to go back with the kids but once they learned that we couldn't get Henry under control they asked me to leave. So I sat in the waiting room and listened to my screaming child. He wasn't scared. He didn't want to lay in the chair. He didn't want people to be in his mouth. He was mad.
I don't negotiate with terrorist or tantrum throwers.
On our way home, I dropped Lucy off at my mom's house to play with her cousins and Henry and I drove home. He was a bit confused (and mad) on why he didn't get to go play. When we arrived home I explained to him why he didn't get to go play and that his behavior in the dentists office was bad and would not be tolerated.
Not only did he not get to play with his cousins or manna, He had to go to bed at 4:30.
He told me He did not like me. He was mad. He screamed. But he went to sleep.
And this morning He woke up, hugged me, and said, "Let's go to the dentist, I will be a good boy."
Discipline is hard but necessary. I had to miss out on playing with the big kids but it was worth it to correct bad/unwanted behavior.
God is bigger than this and Jesus can fix-it.