Is it always discipline or does it eventually become a power struggle? Or maybe it’s just a force of habit on my part in how I deal with it that can’t be broken because of my upbringing? Trying to get my daughter to break the bad habit of wetting the bed is proving to be quite a challenge and I often wonder if it’s her trying to establish her ‘authority’ in the home by stubbornly refusing to conform to the rules that I lay down, or is it really something more innocent than that? The inconsistency of her behaviour, and the numerous visits to doctors and child pyschologists have pretty much confirmed that it’s not a medical related cause, nor one due to trauma or stress as a result of losing her mother at such an early age.
So I’ve tried every approach I can think of. She stops the liquids at least an hour before bed time, she goes to toilet twice before bed, I wake her in the early hours of the morning to go again, and yet she still cannot seem to break the habit. I’ve tried talking to her, reasoning it out with her (she’s five by the way), screaming at her, giving her a smack on her butt occasionally, rewarding her for other good behaviours so that punishment or reprimanding her isn’t all she gets from me, and even soliciting the influence of her older sister, her grand mother, and others in the family, yet the filthy habit continues. She now gets to spend an hour or two staring at the corner of the wall in her room each time she wakes up with a wet nappy. Yes, I’ve even gone as far as getting her pull up nappies as part of her training.
According to Louise Hay, author of ‘You Can Heal Your Life’, bed wetting by children is supposed to suggest a fear of a parent, usually the father. And this is where it gets complicated. If I’m to believe this, I would first question if she wet her bed before coming to stay with me four months ago, and the answer is ‘Yes’. So I doubt that’s the reason now. The complicated part is do I soften up, overlook her stubbornness in manner, as well as the bed wetting, and try to foster a greater bond with her, or do I continue to be firm so that she doesn’t get mixed signals about what is or is not acceptable behaviour? This is where my upbringing dictates that I don’t reward bad behaviour at any cost. So what do I do?
I guess the ray of hope in all this is that standing in the corner is the only punishment that seems to have solicited some remorse from her for her actions. Initially even that didn’t phase her at all. She would sit quite nonchalantly as if to say, ‘ok, so what’s next?’. So maybe we’re finally breaking through that defensive exterior where she may believe that she has to protect herself at all costs, and by displaying her resolve not to comply, that makes her feel like she’s important or significant in some way. However, the consistency of attention and affection that she receives now is what must drive that sense of security, so it has to replace her thoughts that standing her ground is all she has going for her.
I’m past the point of screaming and shouting, or coming up with creative ways to encourage her behaviour to be different. The last ditched attempt is now to put up a reward chart which I have tried as well. But my disappointment in seeing the behaviour continue unabated got me to ignore the chart after a few days. So here’s a final attempt with hopefully a little more resolve and some added creativity. If this doesn’t work, I’m out of ideas…
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| Love’s sweet embrace |
How do I love thee?
I cannot count the ways.
Not the fluttering in my heart,
Nor the shortness in my breath,
Nor the lightness in my step,
Not even the sparkle in my eyes at the thought of you,
Or the elation in my soul at the sound of your sweet smile,
None of this will ever truly hint at how much I love thee.
Perhaps a hug,
No, an enshrouding embrace with a lingering caress of your lips
may shed some light into the depth of my love.
But even then, the truth of my love will still remain untold.
For I love thee like I’ve loved no other,
And I live for thee, which I’ve never done for another.
So you must love me,
And you must cherish me,
And you must hold me,
And never leave me.
For if you do, it will destroy me,
And neither you nor I will ever be blessed with such a love again.
Words often fail me when my heart is overwhelmed. It seems that only my arms could ever express my true yearning for her, and only my lips would be able to provide an indication of the passion that I feel when I think of her. She is, and always has been, from the moment I first laid eyes on her, my one and only true love. I thought I may have been in love before, I thought my heart had experienced love before, I thought that in my three lifetimes I must have experienced everything I needed to in matters of the heart…I was so wrong.
She has taken me to heights of happiness and absolute enchantment that I didn’t dream existed in this world. I thought that this kind of love and beauty only existed in fairytales, or the movies…but I know differently now. I live for her, I ache for her, I yearn for her, and I feel incomplete without her. I feel the warmth and beauty of her smile when I speak to her on the phone, even though I haven’t seen her for a lifetime. And despite not having any assurance that we could ever be anything more than we are now, I cannot live for anyone but her. She is my love, she is my angel, she is my all…and my everything. I live for her, and I love her.
I recently terminated my services at the company where I worked for almost 2 years now. It was a decision that took me a long time to make because I kept believing, or at least convincing myself, that the potential I saw in the team would be unleashed soon…all that was needed was that the head of the division needed to adjust his mindset and stop assuming that the world, or at least the company, revolved around him.
During my tenure in my role as a senior leader in the company, many people polarised towards me despite me not having any operational or organisational accountability over them. They were always supportive and seemingly sincere. However, like the good old Afrikaans saying goes, ‘In voorspoed ken ons vriende ons, maar in teenspoed ken ons ons vriende’. The English equivalent would be ‘When days are dark, friends are few’. I was reminded of this when things came to a crunch this last month.
I looked around me and saw people that I had defended, mentored, coached and supported through many challenges in their careers. Many of whom were promoted to more senior roles with impressive salary increases as a direct result of my intervention, motivation and persistence. Some even received TWO promotions in the time that they reported to me in just over a year with their salary nearly doubling! So it was disappointing to see them reduce themselves to female lap dogs when the occasion arrived for them to stand up and be counted. But people are self-preserving by nature. It takes effort and a conscience to stand up for what you believe in when your belief goes against the grain and threatens to place you in an unfavourable light with those that are in authority.
Disappointed I may be, but surprised I’m not. Such is the nature of man, and I’m not about to change it anytime soon. So despite the bitter after taste, it’s time to accept that I was unable to change that situation in any way, acknowledge that I applied myself as best as I could under the circumstances, and leave the rest to the law of cause and effect that has much more wisdom in these matters than I’ll ever hope to have.
Time to create a new space for myself to flourish in, or die trying!
It’s been a while since I’ve had any inclination to write, or ramble. Not very inspired right now either, but with so much happening, it may prove to be therapeutic. I just sold my dearly beloved car, am in the process of entering the market of the unemployed, and have yet to figure out the mind of my 5 year old daughter. Between my daughter and my job, I’m actually not sure which is more daunting for the future.
My convictions again didn’t allow me to back down when every political analyst probably would’ve advised me to recede in order to fight another day…but I refused. I cannot condone unethical behaviour in any shape or form, especially when it’s blatant, deliberate, and entirely calculated to ensure the demise of innocent people. Agh shut up…