And I continued to do so when any of my three children called because they forgot their jacket, lunch, or gym clothes. Yet, my mama-bear instinct kicked in and I had to protect her from getting in trouble, so I brought her homework to school. My first reaction to this was, “What is wrong with her thinking her mom will always bail her out?” But then after giving it some more thought, I knew he was right. “If you bring it to her she learns that her mom will always bail her out.” “She needs to learn to remember to bring it, and you bringing her homework doesn’t help her to do that,” he said. He’s the guy that buys them over $50 worth of movie theater candy because he doesn’t want to say, “No, you can’t have all that.”ĭid he really want me to say “no” to something that seemed pretty benign? The one who allowed our kids to climb up that steep, wobbling ladder attached to an equally steep slide. Before I drove to the school that first time, my husband said, “Don’t bring it to her.” “Of course, sweetie, I’ll be right over.”Īnd so it began. ![]() “Mom, can you please bring me my homework?”
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