Yes.
It's true.
It's true.
My oldest son is ridiculously afraid of loud noises.
Like.
Ridiculous.
Yesterday, a balloon popped in our house.
I thought he was going to DIE.
Ridiculous.
Yesterday, a balloon popped in our house.
I thought he was going to DIE.
No really.
H.Y.S.T.E.R.I.C.A.L.
So.
H.Y.S.T.E.R.I.C.A.L.
So.
I did what any torturing mother would do.
I told you. I'm mean like that.
Tonight.
I told you. I'm mean like that.
Tonight.
We had a balloon popping party.
See?
Ears plugged.
However.
He did pop them.
And didn't scream/cry/gnash teeth.
In fact.
Ears plugged.
However.
He did pop them.
And didn't scream/cry/gnash teeth.
In fact.
He loved it.
So.
Success.
Right?
Yes.
Because he thanked me.
We hugged for like three minutes.
Serious.
He felt brave.
And successful.
He had overcome a fear.
Huge success.
7 comments:
Parents of the year! John Rosemond would be proud.
That is AWESOME!
So smart!
Jordan, you're awesome. Glad he was able to overcome it!
you are so creative, that is awesome! Yes, why is it that they are freaked out about noises, unless THEY'RE the ones making noise. It makes me want to scream in their ears :)
I knew we were friends for a reason! Yeahoo for motherhood!
My mom should have had a balloon popping party for me. I would have plugged my ears too. I might have even yelled STOP the MADNESS! I'm a little scared of popping balloons. just a little.
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