The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life. Rarely do members of one family grow up under the same roof." - Richard Bach

Thursday, April 22, 2010


I came home after work. Inhaled and picked up my Sharpie. I made the following signs and taped them onto all of the bedroom doors:

Our bedroom: DID YOU KNOCK FIRST?

Hi. My name is Savannah. I will not leave my bag, shoes, purse, books and t-shirt on the living room floor when I get home from school because I realize this is rude considering I have a nice big bedroom with a corner just for my school stuff. I am good at pairing socks while being on the computer because I am learning to multitask.

Hi. My name is Trinity. I will show my parents ALL of my school papers everyday and turn in my homework on time because I want everyone to know how smart I am. I realize that I want to make it to 2nd grade and not live with my parents forever. I am very helpful around the house.

Hi. My name is Miah. I will keep my room clean and uncluttered because it will show my gratitude for having my own bedroom. I will treat my belongings with respect because no one will want to give me things if I trash them. I am very good at cleaning the bathrooms.

(working my way to the basement bedrooms...)

Hi. My name is Zeph. I will not whine, backtalk or roll my eyes when my parents give me instruction. That would be rude and they would not want to play basketball with a disrespectful child. I give great hugs.

Hi. My name is Kainon. I will ask permission BEFORE I make plans or let my friends raid the kitchen. I realize that my parents are allowed to have a life on the weekends too and they work hard to provide for everyone. I will show them respect and gratitude for all they do for me. I can carry a lot of trash bags at one time.

I didn't get to Wrig and Junah's room because they weren't with me last night but they have a sign on their door that Junah made:

DO NOT ENTER unless you are Kainon because there will be no time-outs ONLY DEATH.

Feel the love.

5 comments:

  1. What an excellent idea. A little bit of correction and a little bit of praise can go a long way to making a loving, responsible adult

    :)Hugs

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  2. Ha, love these! I think I need you to come to my house and write one for me. Something along the lines of:

    Hi, my name is Anne. I will not dwell on past relationships or spend the majority of my time fretting about things I cannot control. I will stop using my stressful and unclear life situation as an excuse for not putting the dishes in the dishwasher or picking up my dirty clothes. I am not a college student or a barnyard animal. I am a good dancer, though, and I will do more that, since it brings me joy.

    www.thesubtlerudder.com

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  3. That was so funny and a great idea! What is with kids and their backpacks anyway? She knows where it goes. It has been going in the same spot for the past 5 years!! Same with her shoes! and dirty clothes! Grrr!

    I just bring a trash bag in and tell her to put things where they belong or it is all going bye-bye!

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  4. LOL. What a great idea. I'll have to remember this idea when my kids are old enough to read.

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  5. this made me smile. i wish my parents had been so creative. you have some lucky ducky kids. :)

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