Ghost Hunting
and
the Art of Finding a Discipline to fit the crime
by:
Denise Craig
I am sure that my 8 year old did not start the day intending to get in trouble
with his teacher. But, as any parent knows, what a child intends
and what really happens can be a completely different thing.
The sun was streaming through the window, Z was hard at work, and he realized that
he needed to use the restroom. He knew that this visit was not
going to be a quick one, so he informed the teacher and went on his
jaunt. When he reached the bathroom, he saw that the "wet floor" sign
was directing him to the uninhabited third floor. Z was washing his
hands when he realized that his classmate C was behind him. C told the teacher that he also needed the facilities. But, he had no
intent in using them.
Z was readying himself to go down the stairs when the voice of C entered his mind like a thick fog. “Why go back downstairs when they’re
just going to make you do work?” Well that was a very interesting
question indeed for an 8 year old boy.
The boys turned around and saw the deserted hallways as a labyrinth of ghostly
adventure. “Ghost hunt!” declared C. Z, tempted beyond
reason, could not help but join in. Eventually, the teacher, being quite
the hunter herself, figured out what went on in the dusty, dimly lit, hallways
of the third floor.
Needless to say, Z’s head hung low as he descended the bus steps and
headed toward me. Z said, “Mom there’s a note in my folder from the
teacher. But, C made me do it!” “What did he make you do?” I
asked. It was then that Z gave me details of the deception,
the trickery of his friend. “But, what was your choice?”
I asked. “I chose to follow my friend,” he mumbled. I questioned
further, “Did you know it was wrong ?” “Yes,” he squeaked. “Well, I
guess you also chose a discipline for yourself then didn't you.” I stated.
I don’t know about other parents, but I know that I sometimes struggle with
what to assign as my child’s punishment. This time was no
different. I have read several books that suggest to “make the punishment
fit the crime.” So I quietly went to my stash of workbooks, made a
photocopy of a couple worksheets and added it to the stack of worksheets that he had
before him.
Yes, it took him almost the whole evening to finish the pile in front of
him. But, with each passing moment, it reminded him of the decision he
made and his trying to get out of doing work at school.
It has always been beneficial for us to make the punishment fit the
crime. When the discipline fits the crime, the discipline usually only has to happen a couple times to learn that lesson. When all is said and done, I
hope that he’ll remember the work he had to do and not repeat that mistake
again. Hopefully, if C should ever convince him to slide down
another slippery slope, he’ll remember that an appropriate and fitting
discipline will be waiting in the wings.
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