I'm chuckling a little to myself as I post this.
I can tell I'm hormonal.
Bear with me.
I'll be back to chicken stories and silliness soon.
You all know Aaron, right? My delightful 'apple of my eye' nephew?
I have to say that about 99.9% of the time I have no trouble with that kid at all.
His mother would say that she has trouble with him 99.9% of the time.
I don't go there.
Well, the other night right after supper, we got into it.
He was disrespectful.
I won't tolerate it.
We don't raise our voices in this house. Never have. I wasn't raised with raised voices.
It's REALLY uncomfortable to me.
I don't fight well.
I use alot of words like 'Fine'. 'Great'. 'Right'.
I actually gave an almost 14 year old a time out.
The next morning when he came in, I talked to him about the old apple tree in the back yard.
(That's not my tree in the picture, sure wish it were!)
I planted it, never pruned it, never sprayed it.
The apples are gnarly, buggy, and inedible.
I need to do a rejuvenation pruning.
It's on the list.
I told him the reason I'm hard on him is because I don't want him to be like the old apple tree.
Bearing no fruit, or bad fruit.
I told him that is why I 'cut' things off of him, so he can grow up straight and strong.
I promised him that it would be easier to straighten up now than later.
I told him that being disrespectful was one of the ugliest things I knew.
He really seemed to listen.
Then I told him, 'I'm really not trying to make you miserable, Aaron, I'm just trying to help you grow up."
He then told me that the punishment I gave him (loss of iPod) was making him miserable.
Then I told him that it wouldn't be a normal childhood if he weren't miserable.
We always laugh. We always love.
I really try not to get all a fluster when I see what I consider 'bad behavior' from Aaron.
I think about all my bad behavior.
And I'm almost 50.
Love really does cover a multitude of sins.
Today, I just wanted to really encourage you to love your family.
With all of your heart.
And love your chicken birds too.