I was talking with my daughter about a mom who was frustrated with her son for not helping more around the house. I asked her what she thought was going on in that situation. My daughter is 11 and very aware. Here is her take on the situation. She thought the kid was probably feeling the parents disappointment and when he felt the intensity he had to take care of himself so would probably move into the silent treatment. Wow!
Now this activated my curiosity and I said, “Hey, I need to write a new blog post and I’d love to hear your perspective. Parents are very curious as to what is really going on inside and you might help some kids by giving us the inside story. I asked her the following questions and here were her answers.
What causes the silent treatment? The kid being mad at the parent
Usually what are they mad about? The parent wants the kid to do what they want them to do
What do you think the silent treatment will do? Keep the kid from having to answer questions they don’t want to answer or take care of the parent
Cure for the silent Treatment:
Be light and start laughing. The kid starts laughing and it cures the silent treatment.
Now the cure surprised me because when she moves into the silent treatment the last thing I want to do is be light. I kick into a belief that I’ve done something wrong and now I’m being rejected. Yep! It becomes all about me again! So, the answer for me is to relax more, lighten up, when I feel stressed, and laugh a lot more!
I’m excited for the instruction!
Tags: annoying mom, daughter, love, parenting, silent treatment





Today, we woke up a little late and I didn’t look at the clock until 15 minutes before we needed to leave the house. Before then, I’d been going slow, having my tea and enjoying the pace of the morning. I still remember looking at the clock and feeling as if a switch had been turned on. I moved into a state of fear. Fear of being late, fear of not getting back in time for my session, which led to fear of not making enough money to pay my mortgage, which led to fear of losing my house, which led to fear of being destitute, which led to its all up to me, which led to this is too much, which led to I can’t do this, which led to yelling at my daughter to hurry up, which triggered her fear, which fueled mine which ignited a fire that swept through the house consuming us both raging and destroying anything in its path. You or me babe, one of us is going down and if I go I’m taking you with me. Whew!!!!
Yesterday I was tired and hungry and called to my daughter to see if she was ready to go to lunch. She came storming down the stairs saying, “I can’t go until I wash my hair.” Now she had all morning to wash her hair but as soon as I was ready to go she wasn’t. She screamed, she cried, she said, “I can’t go out with my hair like this.” Now, I’m hungry and I know she wants me to trim her hair. I REALLY want to get some food in my belly before I touch the scissors but NOOOO she wants me to do it NOW!
If only I was perfect, I’d always know the right thing to do. If only I was perfect, I’d say the right thing and be able to protect my daughter from all pain. If only I was perfect, I’d be the perfect mom and have the perfect kid! WRONG!
My daughter has wanted a puppy for quite awhile. She adores dogs and yet when we had talked about caring for a dog, in the past, ie: pick up poop and walk, she quickly said she wasn’t ready. She will be 11 in a couple of weeks so the conversation moved back to her readiness. She was SURE she was ready so the hunt began.
I have prided myself, as a single mom, in being self-reliant. I can do it all has been my motto! Hand me a challenge and watch me power down and make it through. Phew! Even writing about it makes me tired. Where did I get the idea that it was an asset to hold it all up? I’m sure it was from childhood but why I’ve carried it all these years is a mystery.
I never would have thought the best parenting I’ve done could be seen, by some parenting experts, as the worst. Whew, does that make sense at all? I continue to notice situations where I’ve had the least agenda is where my daughter is thriving.
This week I’ve noticed, when having an agenda, my daughter, simply refuses to engage. Today, coming in from the grocery, I asked her to unload one of the bags. I’d taken her to lunch, bought her a sweet treat and driven her to a friend’s house so I thought asking her to unload one little bag would be a piece of cake. Well, the truth is, I felt like she owed me this one small little favor since I’d given so much earlier. Ahhhh…the agenda reveals itself.


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