Takes A Village

Many people say that 'it takes a village to raise a child'. I believe that! I need a very large village to raise my three children.

On Monday, after a long week and long weekend; I expected my children to drag and whine while getting ready for school, in fact they did not; they got up and got ready, ate breakfast with minimal problems. The problems did not start till we were almost to school and Peyton decided to yell and tell me that he was not going to school and that he would not unbuckle when we got to the 'drive thru' at school. ('Drive thru' is their term for dropping them off and the teacher gets them out of the car.) He was being very defiant when we got there! I literally had to get out of the van and open the back door to unbuckle him with him yelling that he was not going and throwing a tantrum. This is completely unusual for Peyton when going to school. I don't remember what he said to me but he teacher told him no to talk to his mommy like that and he needed to apologize.
So the next morning, I was dreading our drive to school thinking what he will do today. On the way, Peyton said "Mommy, I am going to unbuckle and be a big boy and get out of the van without problems at the 'drive thru'. I do not want to go back to Ms. Tina's room for 'time out'."
That’s when I found out that from Peyton that on Monday; once he got inside school, Ms. Tina, the director and teacher of the Private PreK, heard what he had done and put him in 'time out' for his actions. I had no clue about anything that happened until the next morning; but did confirm with one of his teachers.
I thanked them for backing us up as parents and showing that they are to listen to us and we are to respect everyone no matter what. Some may have been offended, but not I! I am so thankful that our children are attending a school like this and that puts God first!
When telling my mom about this she said "Remember the good ole days at a church we attended, Rock Springs. All the parents watched each other’s children and were not afraid to say anything to someone else's child. Nor did the "other" parent get offend about another adult correcting to their child. Ahh, the good old days."
Do you help your friend/friends out with 'raising' their children?
What would it be like to help each other out with our children? Less stressed moms and dads; well-behaved kids with respect; children knowing how to help other and reach out. Who knows?
Oh, the possibilities!