Over the course of the past week, I've gotten 3 calls from Riley's teacher about his behavior, have had to track him down in the neighborhood after he left the yard twice, have had to threaten physical punishment for dumping out drinks in the t-ball dugout, and have had about 10 "Come to Jesus" conversations. It's not that he doesn't know what to do, and what not to do. He understands the expectations perfectly. He just wants to do what he wants to do, regardless of the consequences.
After Riley's final t-ball game last night, we were driving to Wal-Mart to pick up a few things we needed. On the way there, I turned back to see why Riley was so quiet, and much to my horror, Riley has a paperclip, tied to the end of a piece of fishing line, swinging it around like a lasso. It was in that moment that I realized I'm raising Dennis the Menace. At least Dennis the Menace loved his mom right??
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This too shall pass:) In the mean time, you may want to consider a "male" teacher with a tightly structured classroom (if available). Remember your comment about dumb cows; the smart ones are the ones that refuse to conform. I remember the Sawyer boys doing a bit of that :) You're doing great, Lyndsey. Keep up the good work and remember that God knows you are the perfect person to mold Riley's future. God trusts you & you should find confidence in Him.
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