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Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Teachable Moments.

We had quite the night with M on Sunday.

Just about every night before bed she has had some sort of issue, question or concern whether it is an ache or pain or a question on the meaning of life. You know, normal delay tactics.

But Sunday, was a low point. Miss M "thought" she was sick. All. Night. Long.

Her throat hurt. Her head hurt. Her finger even hurt at one point.

At 4am, after getting maybe 4 hours of sleep, J decided he was going to work early.

"Why bother going back to sleep now?"

Finally, M fell asleep, without any current ailments. Except I still had to get up to get T out the door.

When M woke up at 7:30am and waltzed into the kitchen as if there was nothing wrong, I was in major disbelief.

"How's your throat?" I asked.

"It feels good when I eat, but otherwise it still hurts."

Along with her head and other various body parts.

We'd already discussed in the middle of the night that M would be staying home and we'd be making a trip to the doctor. She'd also have to miss out on an after school birthday party and her evening gymnastics class.

She didn't care. At the time, at least.

We went to the doctor, where she checked out 100% healthy. "Not even a cold." The doctor said.

But, it was time for her chicken pox booster and it's flu shot season. So the trip at least was worthwhile.

When we got home, M wanted to play on the computer. Or outside. Or with H.

Nope. Nope. And nope.

"What can I do?" She whined.

"You can rest or you can read. In your bedroom. That's what we do when we stay home from school."

That lasted a little bit and she came upstairs.

"I'm bored."

"I'm sorry to hear that. You're also home from school."

This went on for much of the afternoon. Needless to say, I was not high on Miss M's list of favorite people on Monday.

By the time J got home, M was ready to jump out of her skin.

"How are you feeling?" He asked when he got home.

"Much, much better." She told him, before she started complaining about the shot I made her get.

By the time bedtime rolled around, she was out like a light in moments and bounced up the stairs for school the next morning.

Monday was a teachable moment in M's life. While it was definitely not fun to have a sleepless night around here, it was something she had to learn. The hard way.

Yeah I could have brought M to school after the doctor checked her out and said she was fine. But then all she would have only learned that it's ok to stay up all night, keep everyone else up all night, sleep in the next day and go to school late. And it's definitely not ok.

It was a teachable moment. When you're home "sick" you miss out. It's boring. You rest. She needed to be bored and miss out a little bit, and while it was sad to not let her go to a birthday party or to gymnastics, I think the lesson was well received.
Unless you're really sick, you don't want to stay home from school.


Miss M. Hamming it up, as usual. Summer 2008.

7 Comments:

Blogger Melissa said...

My mom would always tell us to TRY going to school and that she'd come pick us up if we needed. A lot of times we'd wind up feeling better but there were definitely a few teachable moments for HER, too - like when I told her how very sick to my stomach I felt, and she had to come pick me up an hour later, where I was passed out in the girls' bathroom after getting QUITE ill. Oy! Glad Miss M is feeling better - hope you're able to get a good night's sleep and catch up on your rest!

September 16, 2008 at 10:26 PM  
Blogger The Bishop's said...

Miss M, Miss M. I have a feeling she will be well for quite a while! LOL!!

September 17, 2008 at 2:40 AM  
Blogger Emanuel and Kendra said...

You are a WONDERFUL mom!!! Good job!

September 17, 2008 at 7:05 AM  
Anonymous Laundry & Children said...

I had the same kind of teachable moment with my Rachel a few months ago. Since she had to spend a day in bed because she was "sick," she hasn't been "sick" again. :)

September 17, 2008 at 7:08 AM  
Blogger The Lindahl News said...

And, isn't it something when the Mommy really IS sick and she can't even get into the bed no matter how much she needs it??

That's a teachable moment, too, that Mom is like the Energizer bunny..keeps going and going and going...

September 17, 2008 at 8:44 AM  
Blogger Audrey said...

What a great way to reinforce this lesson! I'll have to remember this years from now:)

I'm sure Miss M will remember just how much "fun" it is to be home sick and will think twice about wanting to stay home next time.

September 17, 2008 at 12:42 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

My mom always did that even before I would make the decision that I was too "sick" to stay home she would tell me that I would be doing would be laying in my bed resting! Not even laying on the couch watching tv was acceptable!

Samantha

September 17, 2008 at 1:45 PM  

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