I am not a strong disciplinarian. I'll just put that out there. I am a big huge softy. Lately, though, it's gotten to the point where I have to play the part of disciplinarian because, well, how else are we going to get the terrible twos under control?
Since Angelica is a "thinker", our method of discipline is to send her to her room for a time out to think about what she's doing and/or to calm down. The thing that tugs at my heart, though, is that in addition to being a thinker, this kid has such a big, loving soul that she crumbles when she can see one (or both) of us is angry with her for misbehaving.
The good thing, though, is that it seems like this is working. Take for example yesterday evening. She wanted to play with my DSLR camera and when I told her no, she yanked it off the table and threw it across the room. Praise whatever powers that be, the camera was fine, but I snapped and yelled, "Go to your ROOM!"
She burst into tears, ran down the hall and threw herself on her bed.
Two minutes later she comes out of her room (still crying) and says, "I want to say sorry, Mommy!"
I hate to make her cry. It breaks my heart right in half. A wise person once told me, "Better she cries now when you punish her than crying later when you won't bail her out of jail." Extreme example? Probably. But there is some truth in that, and I know that I need to just bite the bullet and put my foot down from time to time.
(And this was just a bit of stream of consciousness...)