Do you know what my kids hear from me all the time?
Get the dog back in the house and take that underwear off him right now!
and then there’s:
Who pooped and didn’t flush?!
and the all too common:
Butt cheeks never go on windows!
But they also a hear:
Share with your brother!
Share with your sister!
Share with your friends!
Share!
Share!
Share!
My 5yr old and 7yr old need a little less reminding than my 3yr old, but it’s something I probably have to bring up approximately 446 times a day between the three of them.
The act of sharing is generally a tough sell though, particularly for little kids, and I can’t say I blame them. I mean, who really likes sharing?
The real difficulty for my kids has never been sharing when prompted by an adult, it’s been for the kids to want to share on their own accord.
So when my 3yr old, who needs the most encouragement to share, does so on her own, and shares something that she really loves, I have to accept it no matter what it looks like to, or rather, on me.
As we checked out of the grocery store today, our cashier handed Cecilia two sheets of stickers for being such a great helper in the check out line. She loves stickers of any kind, but she looks at these stickers that she gets every time she accompanies me to the store, as a major award for being the best helper ever. She cherishes these stickers, which come in one of three varieties, and has them in coloring books, on her bedroom door, and various places around the house.
After humbling accepting the awards and thanking our cashier, she promptly began peeling two of the stickers off the paper, one rollerblading cookie and one skateboarding pizza, and she whispered my name while motioning for me to bend over as if to hear a secret.
I finished punching my pin number in, bent over, and was met with two stickers being placed on my chest. “I love you, Mom, and I’m going to share my stickers with you.”
The cashier gave an “awwww!” and as I stood back up, she quickly covered her mouth with her hand to help stifle a laugh not wanting to hurt her feelings I assumed.
I thanked my daughter for sharing her stickers, told her I loved her too, and proudly stood with two stickers, one in the center of each breast like *awkward pasties, and took my receipt from the cashier with pride.
The cashier nodded in approval, and I left the store and walked to the car with my held held high…
I’m the proud parent of a toddler who shares.
*I had to Google nipple pastie to see if it was spelled pasty or pastie, and even more awkward than my rollerblading cookie and skateboarding pizza pasties was that Google’s first suggested search result was Nipple Pasties at Walmart. I wonder if they price match those?
So do your kids share? Have they ever shared anything you’d wished they hadn’t? Leave me a comment and let me know! (And now you can leave a comment through WordPress as usual, or you can also leave a message through Facebook. Whatever is easier for you – I’d love to hear from you, hopefully this makes it easier!)
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