Discipline is absolutely my least favorite part of being a parent. My heart races a little just thinking about it. I never considered when I looked at my beautiful brand-new baby girls that eventually they would need discipline. They both looked too perfect to ever do anything wrong, right? Besides, my parents disciplined me a certain way, and it must have worked because I turned out okay (mostly). Surely what worked for me would work for my kids. Hah... The past seven years of trial and error have confirmed that I was just plain delusional-- ignorant even-- about discipline. I discovered that I needed a new bag of tricks for my darlings, and sometimes I needed a different bag of tricks for each one! Geez-- why couldn't this be easier? I expected to just know what to do! I was told by my mother that I would know what to do for my kids, but this felt like a big fat lie-- right up until I started figuring it all out.
