Try Not to Worry about it: Love and Logic
December 4th, 2013
by Katrina Brooke
“Oh, Blake. That was such a bad decision. I’m going to have to do something about that, but not here in the park. I’ll tell you about it when we get home.”
Blake had just committed an infraction of monumental proportions. Actually, it wasn’t that bad, but he was starting to think so since it was causing him and his brother, Lance, to go home before they wanted to.
Three-year-old Blake rode home whimpering, with periodic sobs of “sorry,” laced with promises of never doing it again.
Sitting beside him was five-year-old Lance who seldom misses a chance to instruct his younger brother on the fine art of being a perfect child. Leaning, with his mouth close to Blake’s ear, he whispered, “Blake, try not to worry about it.”
That did it. Blake yelled out, “But Lance, I have to worry about it. Mom said that she was going to do SOMETHING! And you know what that means. I’m really in trouble. What’s she going to do?”
Blake was very quiet the rest of the way home. As soon as he got out of the car, he hugged Mom’s leg and asked, “Mom, if I set the table tonight, maybe you won’t have to do SOMETHING?”
As Blake’s mom told me about this, she laughed, saying, “Jim, that was so great! I had no idea what I was going to do about his behavior. He took me off the hook that time.”