I just had to share -- I'm not a perfect GD parent. I yell more than I like. I've spanked each of my kids in anger a couple of times. But, GD is my ideal, and we work hard at our house to teach.
Yesterday, dh was making pizza. Dd loves to eat the shredded cheese mixed with cold pizza sauce. So, dh gave her some in a little bowl. She took it down to the basement. About 5 minutes later, she ran upstairs, grabbed the hand vac and went downstairs to vacuum. She put the vacuum away and then told me softly, "I got some pizza sauce on the carpet downstairs." She'd spilled her bowl of cheese & pizza sauce. I sent her for a wet washcloth and a small towel. We cleaned it up together. Because she had just spilled it, it wasn't too hard to get up.
She made a mistake, she fixed as much of it as she could (she did a dynamite job of vacuuming up the shredded cheese) and came to me for help with the rest. What could have been a major issue wasn't because she did what she had to do, and admitted to me that she spilled it.

I think I'm so happy about this because my dad always overreacted when we spilled something. Spills were a cause of shaming. (Overall, my parents were decent parents, but these little things do stick out.) It's a good reminder that not shaming really does pay off!
Yesterday, dh was making pizza. Dd loves to eat the shredded cheese mixed with cold pizza sauce. So, dh gave her some in a little bowl. She took it down to the basement. About 5 minutes later, she ran upstairs, grabbed the hand vac and went downstairs to vacuum. She put the vacuum away and then told me softly, "I got some pizza sauce on the carpet downstairs." She'd spilled her bowl of cheese & pizza sauce. I sent her for a wet washcloth and a small towel. We cleaned it up together. Because she had just spilled it, it wasn't too hard to get up.
She made a mistake, she fixed as much of it as she could (she did a dynamite job of vacuuming up the shredded cheese) and came to me for help with the rest. What could have been a major issue wasn't because she did what she had to do, and admitted to me that she spilled it.

I think I'm so happy about this because my dad always overreacted when we spilled something. Spills were a cause of shaming. (Overall, my parents were decent parents, but these little things do stick out.) It's a good reminder that not shaming really does pay off!








I was thinking. But.