The kids and I have a tradition each week known as "Donut Friday." It started back a few years ago when I watched two other kids Monday through Thursday, so Friday's became my special day with just my kids. To treat them for surviving another week with extra kids in our house, we would stop for donuts and juice on the way to school. We'd always end up at school early so we would sit in the parking lot and talk about all the fun things we wanted to do that weekend. I. loved. it. After a few minutes of conversation, I would send them and their chocolatey cheeks out the door to school.
Last Friday, as we rushed around the house to Donut Friday, Ms. Hannah was copping quite the attitude, as, shockingly, she is known to do. After several requests for a quick attitude adjustment, I dropped the hammer.
"No Donut Friday for you!"
Said just like the soup Nazi.
My oh my how the tears fell! She cried and wailed and begged and pleaded, all to no avail. I explained to her that she had made some poor choices that morning which resulted in the loss of something fun. She didn't seem to get it at first, that whole action vs consequence thing, but after 45 minutes of her pleading with me, she finally dried her tears and seemed resolved to the fact that her Friday would be donut-less.
This morning as I once again rallied the troops for Donut Friday, I noticed that Hannah was exceptionally helpful to me. No arguing about the choice of shoes I presented, completely agreeable to the sweatshirt I picked out, all to eager to help with the dishes. I thanked her repeatedly for her kindness and she whispered back to me that which I've waited to hear all of her life:
"I remembered how bad I felt last week when I wasn't being good and didn't get a donut so this week I wanted to be extra good to show you I deserved it."
A major breakthrough in the Hannah psyche!
I felt like I could literally see her maturing before my eyes. It was awesome.
And today, her cheeks were most definitely chocolately when I sent her off to school.