I know that I have been talking about how mature and wonderful Michael has been, and for the most part, it’s true. Well, except for the pushing thing.
It started a little while ago with an innocent shove from one of my neighbor’s children. Michael was getting into her personal space, and she pushed him away. No big deal, right?
Wrong. It was like the light bulb went off over his head. Hey, I can push people away from things I don’t want to share! Why didn’t I think of that? And the pushing commenced.
He’s taken to pushing several of the neighborhood children, none of which are aggressive with him. If he wants what they have, he pushes. If he doesn’t like where they are standing, he pushes. If he thinks I’m not looking, he pushes.
Andy and I are very consistent with how we handle this. Every time he does it, we pick him up, take him inside, wait until he stops crying, and then explain that pushing is not nice, that he has to take turns, blah, blah, blah. Then, he can return to playing outside. If he does it again, then he’s taken back inside for good.
This weekend, I took him to Barnes and Noble to play with their train table. The big one, with about 20 trains sitting on it for all the kids to play with. So, an older boy walks up, reaches for a train, and guess what Michael did? Walked right up to him, and shoved him. I apologized to the boy, who looked shocked that a kid half his size would push him, and removed Michael. His mom asked what her son had done, and I explained that it was MY child that had caused the problem. That was fun.
After the tears and the talk, I let him back to play. He was good for a few minutes until a little girl reached for one of the trains. Michael went right after her, and pushed her. So, I apologized again, and took him out of the children’s section where he preceded to melt down on the floor, kicking and screaming. (My mom felt so vindicated when I told her about it. Karma stinks.) Once again, the serious talk. I considered leaving, but I really wanted to buy Breaking Dawn, so I decided to give him another chance.
We walked back to the trains, and like an angel, Michael gave the little girl a train as a peace offering, and then played nicely for another 20 minutes. Phew. Something must have gotten through.
So, we were outside playing with the neighbors last night. It took all of 5 minutes before he gave M a nice shove. Sigh. Here we go again…