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So You Think You’re Going to Correct My Kids?

So you think going to correct my kid

How do you feel about other people correcting your kids?

Many people bristle at the thought of someone else telling their kids what to do. The reason I know this is because I have had mothers tell me in no uncertain terms that they did not appreciate me correcting their child’s behavior.

Since I was a public school teacher for 8 years, I spent a lot of time telling other people’s children what to do. Or not do. Or do over.

Then I had 8 children of my own, so I still spend a lot of time telling kids what to do. Now days, my time is spent mostly telling my own kids what to do, but old habits die hard.

That’s why when I was in line at Six Flags last week and 2 boys were rough housing, and one of them actually kicked me right in the booty, I told them in my best Mother Voice to calm down and knock it off.

I don’t know where their mother was or whether she appreciated me doing it, but frankly I didn’t appreciate getting kicked, so I’m guessing we were even.

After I put that little story on my Smockity Facebook page, and my friend Lisa put it on her Facebook, I saw how many people do not like others correcting their children.

Honestly, I don’t mind if someone else corrects my children.

I even think it is good for them if the correction is not something I would have told them myself.

For instance, I don’t mind my children cart wheeling around in our yard. But if they are in the church yard cart wheeling around, and a little old lady tells them to stop doing it, I expect them to say “yes ma’am” and stop.

Now, this may not have been something I would have thought to tell them. Maybe I usually allow cart wheeling on the grass. Maybe I don’t see a problem with cart wheeling on the grass. But if an adult has a reason for telling them to stop, then they should do it immediately without question. (We actually had something very similar to this happen.)

They may come to me if they have questions about it. They may not ignore the little old lady, laugh at her, or say, “You are not the boss of me.”

Another example: I am one of those annoying moms who lets her kids go up the slide at the playground. My kids know that if there is someone else playing on the slide, they should not go up because that would keep others from enjoying the slide. But, let’s say I am reading a book and don’t notice my kid is going up while there are other kids waiting to go down.

I would hope there would be another mother there with enough gumption to tell my kid to get down. I would absolutely be mortified if my kid said, “My mom lets me do it!”

Even though it is true “my mom lets me do it,” we are not in our own home. We are on public property, and someone else is being inconvenienced by the behavior.

It is good for my children to realize that there are other standards for them besides my standards.

There is no running allowed in the grocery store.

There is no singing allowed at the library.

There is no talking allowed during worship service at church.

Now, running, singing, and talking are all things I allow at our home, but we are in a public place, and there are other people involved. That means other standards apply to my children. Not just my standards.

It actually makes me glad when my children are able to find out while they are still young that sometimes they must accommodate the world around them, instead of the world accommodating them. Sometimes they must bend to the wishes of others.

Then when they are adults, it won’t come as such a shock.

How do you feel about other people correcting your children?

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That’s When I Decided to Make “Goat to 5K” Training Videos

As you probably have guessed, it’s always something here at Smockityville. I mean, really, when you have yourself 8 kids, it’s pretty much expected that you’re going to hit the ground running every day and keep going until bedtime.

Rinse. Repeat.

So, last week was one of those, “WHIIIiiiiiiyyyyy do these things always happen to me???” weeks.

Here’s how it went down.

Goat auction

My 12yo decided after much angst, debate, and thought, that she would like to spend every scrap of money in her savings account to buy 2 goats at a local auction for the purpose of showing at stock shows around the state.

Now, she had money in her savings account to begin with because of her success with showing animals, so she knew she could make her money back.

Possibly, that is. Because last year she didn’t do as well as the year before. And one year we even had a goat that dropped dead of unknown causes before we were able to show him, so that was a total loss.

Just so you know how much money there is to be made, the top goat at the above auction went for $3,100!

So, after a long day of checking out the stock, feeling the stock, eyeballing the stock, and evaluating the stock, she finally won 2 goats with her bids, and she paid for them, and we carted them home.

To what we thought was a secure pasture.

Two days later, we awoke to discover they were nowhere to be found. Those rascals had escaped!

Now, normally if a goat we had owned for a few weeks were to escape, we wouldn’t be panicked about it, because it would show up again around feeding time. But these goats were brand new to us, so they didn’t know their pasture as “home” yet. Plus, they cost a pretty penny, and we were all imagining them dead on the highway or 15 miles away in some stranger’s field!

So we took off trekking through the woods and adjacent pastures, with ropes in hand, looking for them.


When we finally found them, there was the matter or catching them. Remember, they weren’t used to us, being brand new, so of course they darted and bolted and dashed any time we came within a hundred yards.

Have you ever tried to catch a wild goat in a neighbor’s wide open pasture? Or in a woody thicket, for that matter?

Much more difficult than you might imagine.

I’m going to save you from the many and sundry descriptions of tackling, wrangling, and wrestling, but trust me. There was much of it.

Runaway goat

So, we finally caught them about a mile from our house, and then came the hard work. Dragging them back home. Don’t forget they were wild. Unruly.

They bucked and resisted the. Entire. Way. Home.

I briefly tried carrying one, but that didn’t work. See bucking and resisting above.

All told, we got them back in their places after much panting, heaving, sweating, and straining.

And then I realized I had precisely 20 minutes to brush the dust off change my shirt and catch the stray kitten the kids talked me into taking home from the parking lot at church to get him to the vet for some vaccinations and de-worming.

Goat to 5K

That’s when it occurred to me that there are people who actually pay for memberships at places where folks would taunt them into doing these sorts of things for the sole purpose of building muscles.

So, if any of you reading this would like to build muscles in a cardio workout, I know just the place you could do it. Videos available soon.

Now, I have to run.

The goats got out again.

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