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Silas' Day

The third Thursday of every month is the Hearts at Home Blog Hop (hearts-at-home.org).   Founder Jill Savage provides a topic and invites mom bloggers to guest blog. When I saw the topic for this month was "No More Perfect Kids" (the title of her latest book), I immediately knew I must revisit this post about Silas' Day.  
 
 
An email came into my in box with the subject line "Silas' Day."  Three year old Silas, it seemed,  instigated a food fight in the cafeteria and had been too rough with some of  his classmates.  Would I speak to him?
 
I picked him up a little late and the after school teacher was there.  "He kissed a girl today," she said with a  little smile.
 
On the way home I inquired about the kiss first.  "Silas, did you kiss a girl today?" 
 
"I kissed two girls," he answered. I forgot to ask about the other.
 
An hour after we got home, he came running.  "Mommy!  I made a puddle!  I made a pee pee puddle!"  
 
"Where?  Silas, you know how to use the potty."
 
"There," he said, pointing to the dog's bed.  A puddle.
 
At dinner, he decided he would stand up in his chair and moon his brother, Cory.
 
"Silas!  You better cover that bare bottom up before I give it a swat."
 
He did, but then began a soliloquy.  "Bare bottoms look like balloons.  No, they look like bologna.  Some animals have bare bottoms--crabs have bare bottoms, turtles have bare bottoms."
 
"Horses have bare bottoms,"  Mom Dot chimed in.  Grandmothers are always helpful at times like this.
 
"Silas, do you want a spanking?"
 
"Yes!" he threw both hands up in the air as if he had scored a goal at the buzzer during the Final Four.  "Spankings are FUN!" 
 
Ben and Cory's eyes got big as saucers. "The kid is an alien," I said.  They agreed. 
 
I picked him up, concealing my laughter.  "Spankings are fun, spankings are fun,"  he chanted.
 
I gave him a swat once I got him to his room and he changed his mind about the humorous nature of spankings.  "Come out when you can behave yourself at the dinner table," I told him.
 
He returned to the table shortly and everything was somewhat normal. Until the next day when I got another email from the teacher with that now familiar subject line.
 
Now, it seemed, he was shooting at the teachers with his finger and chose to go to the office rather than stop the behavior.  I picked him up a little early so I could catch the teacher.
 
I made Silas apologize. "Tomorrow," I said, meaning it, "if he misbehaves, call me on my cell phone and I will very quickly appear."
 
"Thank you," she said. 
 
"No, thank you," I said.
 
That night and the next morning, I reminded Silas to be obedient; that if the teacher had to call me about his behavior, I was going to come up to the school and pick him up and he would get in trouble. Guaranteed. The reminders worked, and the weeks since then have been uneventful.  For Silas, anyway.
 
Silas is my ninth child--my fifth boy, no less.  I don't know everything about raising kids, but for many years I have been very confident with parenting preschoolers. But that week I learned something: I am getting tired. And it is the parents who get tired who throw up their hands and let the chips fall where they may.
 
I will be 60 years old when Silas leaves for college.  But I am determined to finish the job of raising him right.  Determined that whatever he dishes out--no matter how darn cute or funny he is--I will be there to remind him that I am in charge.  Kids need that, I think. 
 
"Just slap me if you see me letting Silas do whatever he wants," I told Bethany recently.
 
If that doesn't work, send me an email with the subject line "Silas' Day" and I will get right on it.
 
Correct your son, and he will give you comfort; He will also delight your soul.
 
Silas (now 6) with big sister Emma.  I am happy to report we haven't had too many more days like that one. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

11 Comments to Silas' Day:

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emerine on Tuesday, March 29, 2011 11:38 AM
I know I don't have 9 but when I found out I was having our 3rd I really thought.I'd have it easy this time, I mean I've done it twice already. Boy was I wrong, however, I am very happy to see I'm not alone. If the 9th one can still stump you and present a challenge maybe I'm doing okay! Addy and Silas are going to make a great couple someday!
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margie on Wednesday, March 30, 2011 9:03 AM
They are two peas in a pod! Both the caboose, too--I am sure that has something to do with it.


Denise on Wednesday, March 30, 2011 2:24 PM
Well i do that little Silas and i have to agree hes cute and very entertaining!!!!!!!!!. I still cant stop laughing when i read this and as your grow older you will never forget this story too hopefully !!!!!!!!!
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margie on Friday, April 01, 2011 2:27 AM
I knew you would be on Grandma's side, Denise!


Debbie on Thursday, March 31, 2011 2:33 AM
I don't think there were any others like Silas - maybe Ben - but he will keep you on your toes and keep you young! Day to Day is hard - that's why I love being a Grandmother. You have done a wonderful job and I know you won't give up now. Love you Debbie
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margie on Friday, April 01, 2011 2:28 AM
That's just what Mom would say, Debbie! Thank you.


Kim Lang on Thursday, March 31, 2011 10:22 AM
Oh Margie...this is just so funny!!! That little boy may be Captain Fun #2 someday!!! Love you and miss you a bunch, Kim OX
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margie on Friday, April 01, 2011 2:27 AM
How can I handle two Captain Fun's under the same roof?


Melanie Davis on Thursday, July 18, 2013 9:19 PM
Silas makes me laugh! He reminds me a lot of my own son, Isaiah :) Melanie@getahoot.com
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