Parenting struggles. Everyone has them. Whether the kids just don’t seem to hear you, or you struggle with bedtime – they’re there.
Mine comes in the forms of lamps. Yes, you read that right. Lamps. In the past six months I’ve replaced the lamp in Olivia’s room four times. Four times. Each time ‘something’ happens to the lamp, whether a toy gets dropped on it, or it gets stepped on as she dives off of the bunk bed or her sister insert air quotes here ‘throws something at it’.
Each of the four times, I’ve replaced the lamp. Each of the four times the lamps have been broken we’ve stressed respecting the things that your parents work hard to purchase for you. Each of the four times we’ve talked about how we should care for things, put them away when we are finished, and be gentle with the things that we own. Every time, she apologizes, seemingly as sincere as a five year old can be when they’re talking about a decorative lamp.
This time, we’re trying something new. This time, I’m done going to Homesense and choosing a cute lamp that she’s just going to wreck in the better part of forty-five days.
This time, I’m done replacing lamps.
In fact, I’m done replacing anything that breaks, is left outside, and is generally a victim of kid-destruction, until she learns to care for lamps.