The other day Deacon told me that I am "always saying no".
It made me a little sad to hear him say that, and as I reflect on it- he is right.
I am always saying no.
"no, baby!" as I sprint after him as he runs across the front yard on his chubby little legs.
"no, ick!" as he tries to eat the Donut that just fell on the garage floor.
"NO!" as I catch Deacon and Roman trying to pull each other up the stairs with a rope.
"oh, no" when I look into their room and see every blanket, pillow, mattress, and cushion in the house piled on their bedroom floor.
I could go on...
"Stop!", "Get down!", "Not now!"
I kind of feel like my whole life is an exclamation mark of negativity.
I tried to talk to Deacon about it. I tried to explain that I am just trying to keep them safe. And they kind of keep coming up with unsafe ideas. Throwing rocks at the house for "practice", impaling themselves on the top of the fence, getting hung out to dry on a tree limb, putting the leaf bag over their heads...it is always something new.
And something that sets off an alarming "NNOOO!" from me.
I read this book that said that 80% of our interactions with our kids should be positive and only 20% should be negative (which includes even simple commands such as "put on your shoes").
I figured it out and to combat all of my commands, my "no's" and my "stops"; I need to be hugging, kissing and affirming at least one of them once every 17.8 seconds. All day long.
I'd better get started.