I read about an interesting method of discipline in a magazine, and I wondered if any the parents here could confirm or deny its efficacy.
The basic idea was to allow a child to experience the full consequences of an incorrect action, rather than punish them and forcing the correct course . An example given was a child that had to be told many times to change for school, which often resulted in shouting matches and threats. So, frustrated by the ineffectualness of this technique, the mother simply took the child to school in his pajamas. He was told, once, that he should be ready to leave at a certain time, and when he was not, he was simply taken to school anyway.
Obviously such a method would not be practical for a child who refused to look both ways before crossing the street, but I wonder at its usefulness in other situations.
I once had exactly this situation with one of my girls when she was about 4 years old. And I tried this technique.
For some reason I don’t remember, it was just me and her one day. I think my wife had to go into work early and the other children had gone with her. This one has always tended to sleep in.
It was all about not liking her socks, which was a common problem with our girls (and still is). She had about 27 kinds of socks to choose from, too. My wife had bought her just about every brand, color, and size. My daughter did not like the socks her mother had chosen for her in advance. (Mom’s are great; I would have had no idea which to choose for her.)
As my daughter stood before me – in nothing but her panties – I calmly explained to her that I would be taking her to school in twenty minutes at exactly 8:00 am. I pointed to the clock. I also explained that I would be taking her to school whether she was dressed or not. She knew that my wife and I always followed through with what we said we would do. There was plenty of time for her to get her clothes on – shorts, t-shirt, socks and shoes. She was familiar with the clock and I showed here where the minute hand would be pointing when time was up. The countdown began.
She continued to whine, fuss, and stall. I explained the situation again and every few minutes gave her another reminder. I repeatedly showed her the movement of the clock’s minute hand and reminded her that we were leaving when it pointed straight up. I told her to go choose different socks if she preferred. I gave her a last reminder at 7:58 am and told her she had better hurry. She whined and fussed some more – still with nothing on but her panties.
Grimly, when the minute hand finally reached the appointed spot, I went over to her as she stood there – still in nothing but in her panties – gathered up her clothes, socks and shoes, picked her up, carried her out to the car, and strapped her into her car seat, which was positioned directly behind my driver’s seat. She screamed bloody murder the whole time. I climbed into the driver’s seat and turned on the ignition. This is when I learned that I thought that she had been screaming bloody murder, but that I had never actually heard screaming bloody murder before. She seemed to be screaming right into my ears. As I drove her to school I wanted to roll down the windows for some noise relief but was afraid I might get arrested for kidnapping. It was that bad, and people have cell phones.
After about 10 minutes of this, she changed to sobbing and then gradually became quiet. She recognized that we were nearing her school. I thought: “This is good, I am making the point.”
Just as I turned onto the side street of the school, something sailed past my head and landed on the dash. It took me a moment to realize what it was: her panties.
I had been quite prepared to take her into school in her panties, but I was not prepared to take her into school stark naked. Now it was my turn to sweat. The ride to school was almost over. She sat quietly in her car seat – naked. I played it cool – but frankly had no idea what my next move should be. I pulled into the parking lot and parked. I reached for the panties from the dash, slowly climbed out of the car, went back, and opened her door. I calmly unlatched her from the car seat. I still had no idea what I was actually going to say or do. It was not until that moment that she finally relented. She yelled “no!” and franticly grabbed her panties from my hand and started to dress.
We didn’t have such an episode again. But it was close. Really, really close. And this one in particular is always ready to up the ante.