Some how, some way, one whiny moment led to another. Discussions and negotiations became the norm instead of joyful obedience. Yes “mom” were empty words, as they never really responded to what I requested of them . . . especially cleaning their rooms.
Was it all because I didn’t follow through?
Was I too distracted? Maybe too worn down?
While I was on my A-game as a mom to my older girls, somehow . . . some way . . . my littles were were getting another experience all-together and missing out on the critical years of training. I suppose their sweet disposition, joyful temperaments, and all-around cute-as-a-button antics led to me be ever-so-slightly deceived that they didn’t need the training quite as much.