Saturday as my kids and their cousins wrestled on my parents’ living room floor, my sister and I discussed which children we were leaving for Grandma and Grandpa to keep. (None of the children were in fact being left. They just wouldn’t stop wrestling.)
My sister’s car was full of hockey gear and fresh beef (picked up from the butcher shop that morning). My dad said he wasn’t sure how it was all going to fit. My sister assured him it would be okay. My nephew volunteered to leave his hockey gear, so he would not have to go to hockey at 6:30 the next morning.
My sister laughed and said, “I should just leave you and let Grandma take care of you.”
My nephew’s response, “What kind of punishment is that? That’s more like a funishment!”
We all laughed and my son agreed it would definitely be fun, not punishment, to be left at Grandma’s.
I thought it might be a “funishment” for the kids, but after a while, Grandma and Grandpa might feel like we had put the “P” back in “punishment.”
What would be your ideal “funishment”?
Today I encourage you to let the “punishments” of your past be “funishments”. Remember the times in your life when you thought you has it so rough, but really you had it made. Give yourself time to giggle at your silliness.
If you can’t giggle, you need a timeout.
Put some energy towards keeping the crabbiness in the corner and let your joy be the emotion that runs free.
By: Melanie A. Peters
P.S. The hockey gear, beef, and all the kids fit in my sister’s car. Wyatt made it to hockey practice. No one received a “funishment.” (yet)