children, humor, life in pictures, mommyhood

The Reward System

My sister came across an interesting article in the June/July issue of Disney’s ‘Family Fun’ magazine. It’s about a reward system to motivate your kids to help out around the house. I liked the idea so much I decided to give it a try. I’ve tweaked it considerably so it fits more for a five and three year old. I made our list of rules very broad so it could fit our changing needs of the day.

My version is if you follow the listed rules, you earn a pebble that goes in your marked jar. When the jar is filled you can have a reward of your choosing within reason of course.

When I picked up the boys from school I tried to explain the concept and the list of rules. Of course Full Speed had to throw his two cents in.

“So you’re saying that if I follow the rules, I get a pebble?”

“Yes, Full Speed, it’s that simple. What do you think some of the rules should be?” I ask.

Full Speed launches into a rote recitation of our rules of the bathtub: no splashing, no throwing toys, no hitting your brother, etc.

“You sort of have the idea but what are some rules for around the house because bathtub rules won’t really work for that,” I say.

“Oh, well there’s be a good listener, respect Mom and Dad, eat your food and don’t put your brother’s head under the couch.”

Well said.

kids, life in pictures, mommyhood

My Own Worst Enemy

Most of my time as a mother has been spent trying to channel extreme energy into positive outlets. That is why we became involved with Tae Kwon Do when Full Speed was three years old. Overall the experience has been very favorable. The structure and discipline as well as the expectations of respect have all had a lasting influence on my boys.

For the most part I’m sold. The part I’m not so keen on is all the weaponry. Mad Dog thinks the more swords the better so our compromise is to introduce weapons only to Full Speed.  Of course Full Speed thinks he is the stuff now. He is attending a weapons camp this week and loving it. I am still not so certain.

When I picked him up yesterday, he told me all about his favorite weapons with excited animation.

“What happened to your face?” I asked. I noticed a red mark slashed across his cheek.

“Nunchuks,” he replied.

“Did you hit yourself in the face with your own nunchuk?” I asked suspecting he was his own worst enemy.

“Yes,” he giggled.

So you can see, it’s not a perfect system.