Ha! Well, that’s true, I guess. Thank goodness my gods aren’t vengeful and angry.
Yeah…that technique? Worked for 24 hours. Then she intentionally pooped in her underpants three times in one day. When I asked her why, she stamped her foot and said, “I don’t want to use the toilet, because you’re making me ANGRY!” So I was angry and she was angry and I flip flopped back to my former position, that this was just not useful for any of us. So yesterday I woke up inspired to try something new: bribery. I told her that obviously things weren’t working out so well, so we were going to try something different, and that if she stayed dry and clean all day, she could open her new set of paints and paint before dinner.
Not the directest of consequences, I grant you, but she was so excited and happy all day as we periodically picked up the clear bag with the paints and brushes inside and looked at them and talked about how fun it would be to paint if she used the toilet like a big girl.
I couldn’t keep the girl OUT of the bathroom after that!
We’ll see how today goes. I’ve found a bunch of things that work for one day. Nothing that works for a week.
I learned, through that and other life lessons, that it is important to consider WHY you are lying*, and that there are acceptable lies and mean ones, and that if you don’t know all there is to know about a situation, maybe it’s better not to lie and complicate things. It made me begin to understand the power of words - even the words of a “powerless” kid. A pretty complex lesson for a six year old, but yes, I do try to stop very deliberately to consider the ramifications of my words. Not always successfully, mind you! And that wasn’t the end of the lesson, but it was a big beginning.
*In that case, I was trying to hurt my mother. Not about the infidelity, which I didn’t know about, but because I had been asking her to see this movie and she had been saying no. So my telling her that Jane took us was meant to be a dig - a “nyah, nyah! You can’t stop me!” which was, and I can’t stress this enough, a complete fabrication. I hadn’t seen the movie. Jane never came over that night.
[Dryly] Oh, please, no…don’t ask me to talk about me![/D]
Nah, I don’t mind answering questions and exploring things when the intent is to actually learn and understand. I just stop replying to posters who seem intent on attack, not illumination.
ETA: Oh, and just so we’re all clear? I didn’t spank her. It was actually words, not physical punishment. I don’t spank her, much less beat her, in public OR in private. I spanked my son twice - once as a “running into the street” warning and once a flick on the cheek when he bit me while breastfeeding. Spanking is not part of my current parenting repertoire; I’m just careful as a parent not to say “never”. The power of words, you know - sometimes the thing you rule out is the thing that you have to resort to in the end. I doubt it in this case, but I’d rather not tempt fate.