Most days, my daughter is not the speediest person in the house.
She’s bit of a procrastinator, a bit of a dawdler. She lingers. She redirects. She thinks of ninety-seven things that she meant to do, oh, just this one things really quick, before doing what she’s told. The problem is, she is also a very busy kid. She’s heavily into activities, and those activities require that she be certain places at specific times, ready for action.
It’s an ongoing concern.
Most days that I am home, I find myself nagging her. I want her to succeed, I truly do. I want her to finish schoolwork and chores in plenty of time to play for a bit before circus. I want her to have time to relax and snuggle me before I go to work. I want her to have accomplishments in good time. So I end up, in a move that is probably counter-productive, nagging her endlessly to just stop screwing around and do the next thing.
This makes no-one happy.
This morning, as she came out of the bath already running late, I said, “Today I will not nag you. You know what you need to do. You know when things need to be done. If you run late, you will get extra chores. If you are mean to me about it, you will be fined. But I am not going to nag you all day. I’m just not up for it. It will be a nagging-free day, so we don’t fight. Does that sound good?”
And she burst into tears.
Parenting, man. This stuff is not easy.