Dad learns to Discipline

I am ‘Mommyeeee’ to an intelligent, almost-rebellious 9 year old, and an innovatively naughty, hyperactive 4 year old. While I am mostly a ‘cool’ Mom, there are days when I throw all caution to the wind and resort to the earliest form of discipline known to mankind – also known as ‘Because-I-told-you-so’

Dad learns to Discipline - Meena Bhatnagar

More than once, I have caught the siblings enacting their favorite dictator; namely me. My daughter perches a pair of glasses precariously on her little nose and in a high octave that would put an opera singer to shame say, “Because I told you so, and I am your Mamma……” to her brother literally ROFLing in pure glee.

While happy that both my kids show such a bias towards fine arts, I would definitely not like to be the villain of their lives all the time! That’s when I decided enough is enough, and their father would not get away with being the good cop forever.

Evening saw me sending the kids into the living room, with a treat that was rare in our household – Maggi, Coke and Chota Bheem, with a smiling threat to “stay in front of your cartoons till you are called.”

As an incredulous husband watched on, as I proceeded to shut the door of the master bedroom.

Ignoring the naughty glint in his eye, I said, “OK. Your turn now. I’m done being Hitler. I am done being the butt of all their jokes. You do the discipline thing now, or let them grow up to be Indian cricketers or something. Can you even imagine what they would tell their friends about me? And when they grow up, all they will remember about me is that I was mean. And then they will tell their spouses, and their children, and I will be the worst grandmother in the history of grandmothers – all because of you!”

He started tugging at his tie like he somehow willed the tie to strangle him out of this new situation. But I think he must have realized that being mean was better than being dead, so he said a very unconvincing, “Okay…. But I thought you liked…..”

He stopped short before he could damage his windpipe any further. But I think I heard a faint “Hail Hitler!” as he left the room.

And thus it was settled. G (my better half) would discipline, and I would pamper. Role reversal of sorts, which I couldn’t wait to start ….. All my mollycoddling instincts would be honed and my grandkids would know me as a graceful, loving, pampering person. Perfect.

Day 1

I woke up G and reminded him that he was to get the kids ready for school. I’d help him ofcourse, (there was no way my kids went to school looking like they just woke up from bed!) but he was to do the waking up, the ‘hurry-up-with-that-milk’ routine instead of me.

He went to the daughter first, shook her sayingthings like “Woo…hoo…. I am the ghost of the black riverrrrr…… and anyone who does not wake up when I count to fiiiiiiiivvvvve, will be tickled till they cryyyyyyyyy……..” with me standing next to the door, tapping my feet impatiently.

Daughter dearest woke up laughing, and the two of them did a five minute wake-up jig for the son as well. I was not going to let discipline be so much fun!

“The school bus will be here in half an hour and I will not beg the driver to wait for you!” Ofcourse G made sure the kids were ready a good ten minutes before the bus arrived – record time.

With a smirk that said, “Gotcha!” he went right back to sleep.

Evening was the same story. Kids at the study table, G telling them to study and interspersing study time with hilarious stories of his school.

“They are not going to remember anything if they study like this.” I called out from the kitchen. And G said in a high pitched nasal voice (now I know where daughter dearest gets her mimicry skills from) “Better study fast or you will not get any dinner,” to squeals of uncontrollable laughter from the kids.

I stormed out of the kitchen into the bedroom. G walked in while I sulked and said, “What? I took them off your hair, didn’t I? And what harm is a little fun?”

“You were supposed to make me look good,” I hissed. “And you really think all this is a joke, don’t you?”

Oh,” he said as realization struck him. “Ok…. Let’s do this again.” He said, with an air of mischief, as he stepped into the living room.

“Papa, what do plants give out when they make food?” That was nine year old, scrunching her eyes at the science book.

“Umm….. I think if they are like Mom, they give out orders?” as he guffawed.

“Papaaaaa! I have to study this for tomorrow’s quiz.” Clearly, this wasn’t working.

“No, sorry dear; that was a joke. Actually, I have no clue. Ask Mom. Mom knows all that stuff. And you need to sit with her for atleast an hour everyday so that you can learn all that. Also, we all need to follow all the rules. And then, we have fun. Deal?”

She nodded and came to me with her science book – happily.

Ditto with 4 year old monster. He was behaving well, the promise Papa had made lurking in his little brain. Uneventful Evening. No. Actually…. happy evening. They even kissed me goodnight. Sigh!!

Day 2

Looks like I am going to be the villain any which way. But atleast I lost to a deserving competitor.

 

Meena Bhatnagar is a mother of two, with a passion for the written word. She dabbles with fiction, a couple of them finding their way into published work, is an avid blogger, and works as a corporate trainer to pay for all the damages. She blogs on parenting, social issues and humorous incidents of her life at www.lafemmenirvana.blogspot.in  and on hotel & restaurant reviews and corporate training at www.hospitalityshowtime.blogspot.in

  • Loved reading it 🙂

    • Thank you so much Nandana!!

  • ahahhahahaha!! You just described my household….oh dear!! We are just doomed! Mom is the boring one who nags but whom you can count on for help, while Dad is the fun one!! *sigh*

    • Roshni… thats so true – we have so many nicknames just becasue of this …. Thanks!!

  • Priti

    Hey Thats awesome….exactly what happens in my house and yes I am still the bad cop in my house….guess that will never change 🙂 Loved your post!!!

    • Yeah Priti… thats never going to change! But maybe we like it that way too? 🙂

  • BlogwatiG

    Ah, all husbands were made from the same damn mould I reckon………..!!!!!!!!! Then again, never send a man to do a woman’s job 😀

    • Oh yes, I think thats so damn true!! Thanks BlogwatiG……. good to see you here!

  • Doing it for a day is fun ..anyone can do a little rhyme and a jig I say 😉 But well done no less – to both you and your husband for at least giving the role reversal a try!

    • Thanks Nidhi…. thats exactly what I tell G ….try doing it for years together!!

  • Ajay Kesavan

    Super… How long will this training go on 😉

    • Hehehe….. Ajay, I have no clue. I imagine till the time the kids have some of their own, i presume.

  • Ghar Ghar ki kahani hein Meena. But it takes someone with talent it bring it out so beautifully 🙂
    I get to hear stuff like, “I love you, but I think I love Daddy more!”. Leaving you perplexed, as to whether you should be feeling happy or sad and you silently hope that one day they’ll love you just as much if not more.

    • hahaha!!! how true! Given a chance, the kids would love to just be around their daddies, except when they want something!! Thanks!

  • Oh damn! I know what’s in store for me in the future!!

    • Yup!!! all the best indeed. Just remember that pinch of salt and you are fine. 🙂

  • Lovely post!! True moms are the devils and dads are the Santa Claus! 😀

    • Oh yes! Couldn’t have put it better!!

  • Lol!! :p I now confess that I am a fan of your writing…

    • @happi…. you have no idea ho happy I am to see your comment! thankyou!

  • awesome. Just what transpires at my house… I am also done being the villain but papa is somehow always the star 🙂

    • Jaspreet, the Dads will always be the capeless, maskless heroes ……..lets face it …. 🙁

  • I reckon you missed a trick by not calling dibs on the good cop when you started parenting :P.

    Such a fun and refreshing read.

    • Hey AS … so gald to see you here! Yup … should have called then…. guess am too late now! 🙂

  • He he he he .. i they are like MOM they give orders …

    HEAR HEAR .. I hear you sir loud and clear he he he

    ooops I better shutup before you kill me now 🙂

    well the man of the house got the job done then .. what say

    i know i know , I am digging my own grave here now .. so I am offffffffffffff

    • hahaha….. Bikram….. so glad to see you here – the man of the house could use some cheering too… 🙂