Thank you SO MUCH for all of your insights and encouragement regarding my little reluctant reader!
I discovered yet another tactic for educational compliance with my erstwhile 3rd grader. In the form of bribery. Really. It’s a wonder that Educational Digest hasn’t contacted me to be their poster homeschool teacher.
This morning, I was discussing how I may need to rid myself of all of my high heels. As you may recall, I have not been able to pinpoint the exact event that lead to me crippling myself, and 2 knee surgeries in the span of 2 months. Which is a shame, really. Everyone should have a good story. Whenever someone asks me, “What happened to your knee?” I’d love to be able to offer something interesting, like:
I fell off of a building.
Alas, I have little to offer other than, “I have no idea what I did.” Yawn.
However, Fiddledaddy and I were discussing the matter earlier this week, and he reminded me about toppling off of my beloved Croc platform shoes last fall at a fundraiser. A game was being conducted for PRIZES. You know, if you have such-and-such in your purse, then be the first to get it to the front of the room and you’re the winner.
Well, the object was a tape measure, which I had in my purse, and I flew to the front of the room only to get my Croc caught in a folding chair. I fell face first, hitting my knees on the floor. Wherein I then crawled the rest of the way to the microphone to collect my prize.
The prize that I risked life and limb for was an ugly purse which now sits idle in the back of my closet. Next to my platform Croc shoes.
I didn’t remember really hurting myself badly, and I did line dance afterwards with gusto so it couldn’t have been that damaging.
But Fiddledaddy reminded me that I was awfully sore the next day.
FINE, I’LL TAKE IT. NOW I HAVE A STORY.
So my high heel wearing days are now mercifully over. Cailey was listening intently to this conversation. Cailey dearly loves stilettos. As she gingerly fingers them in the Wal-Mart shoe section every chance she gets. Since she’s EIGHT, I have put my swollen foot down with regards to her buying stilettos. And instead steer her to the sturdy and functional shoes with rubber treads.
We’ve had far too many trips to the Orthopedic Surgeon’s office as it is.
So, Cailey began with the negotiations. “Can I have your high heel Crocs, Mom?”
“Well, if I do really well in school, can I have them?”
“Well, if I do really really well in school with reading and everything, can I have them?”
“Well, if I do really really well in school with reading and everything, can I just wear them around the house?”
When book basket time came today, she dutifully marched over, picked out a book on children of other cultures, and sat down AND READ for 15 minutes. With no complaining. Or retching. Or falling to the floor and writhing in pain.
In fact, after the timer rang, she spent a few more minutes curled up with her book.
And then after school, she spent the rest of the afternoon teetering around on these beauties.
Whatever works, my friends, whatever works.