The new Fahlin? You will recall the acrimonious moments we’ve had with Fahl Fahl. The ups and the downs. The emotional outbursts. The tantrums. The power struggles. Well, the new Fahlin has emerged, and you will never guess how we did it. It was a stroke of genius most certainly. Even though it is early in this grand experiment, it would seem that Yolanda and I have once again solidified ourselves on the Mt. Rushmore of Parenting. How did we do it?
Fahlin had been asking why Jayne, Lydia, Izzy and myself get up so much earlier than her to eat and why we get to have better breakfasts than she has. She followed that up with, “Can I get up with them and eat breakfast with everyone?” So, I said, “sure,” not knowing what the outcome would be.
It started about a week ago with ‘test drive.’ “We will try it, Fahlin, but if you are going to be grumpy and uncooperative, we will not do this again. Understood?”
“Uh huh,” she nodded. The experiment began the next morning. Now mind you, while my wife gets that extra hour of beauty rest (not that she needs it because she is already so beautiful), I fix nice breakfasts for my girls. Plenty of protein, eggs mainly, sometimes fried, sometimes scrambled, sometimes omelets, but always eggs. Then there is always the accompanying whole-wheat toast, sometimes honey cinnamon toast, whole grain bagels, or sometimes the weekly bowl of oatmeal or Cheerios or Wheaties; no junk cereal for us. And then there is always the weekly Pancake Day or even French toast day. I do it up right. Izzy has bought in. Jayne will eat anything. Lydia complains about anything that is not made with 100% sugar or chocolate, and Fahlin, well Fahlin calls herself a ‘foodie’ because she will try anything.
So we got Fahlin up at 5:35. She got dressed, hit the bathroom, and came down all smiles ready for breakfast. I read the Bible like I always do each morning and prayed, and then we ate. She ate. No complaints. Excited. Happy. Who knew? The next day, same result. Next day, same result. Next day, same result. She still goes to bed at the same time, so she’s actually sleeping less, which I thought would make her grumpier, but noooooo, not at all.
So yesterday my wife texted me after she dropped Fahlin off at school. “I like the new Fahlin!” So far, so good. Who knew? Who could have predicted this? Even though we only one week into this grand experiment, I guess it really is time to get that spot ready for us on the Mt. Rushmore of Parenting!