At least one new blog post has appeared on this site every day for the last 139 days. This repository of randomness started its existence just 4,486 days ago as a WordPress-powered site hosted from a Synology NAS sitting on top of a refrigerator1. This was at a time when I had ample opportunity to do just about anything I wanted as I was living in Vancouver and working just 10 hours a day. Despite the freedoms taken for granted in the past, though, I've never enjoyed a posting streak nearly as long as this one. How long will it continue?
There are a lot of benefits of getting words out of our head and stored in some other format, ideally a medium that requires the abstraction that is written language. We're forced to slow down, to put our thoughts in a more linear order, and (hopefully) to link ideas in a logical manner. The rigid rules involved with writing encourages us to rationalize what we record. Because we're generally unable to write at the same speed as we think, we're afforded an opportunity to consider different aspects of an idea. This is something that I greatly enjoy as it means there's a good chance I might learn something before the document is completely written, and learning is an ideal outcome from any exercise.
Which brings me to a topic that I've been thinking about quite a bit over the last few weeks as the boy is starting to do things I don't like with greater frequency. He's yelling when he doesn't get his way. He's learning how to push and shove. He's screaming his throat hoarse when it's time to leave the park. He's colouring on the walls. He's breaking his toys. The list goes on, but all of these issues boil down to a very generic reason: he's being a two year old.
As the boy's parent, it's my responsibility to make sure he doesn't grow up to be a jerk. This means employing some effective forms of discipline to encourage "proper" behaviour. This falls in line with Rule 5, after all: Do not let your children do anything that makes you dislike them.
When I was young, the most common pattern of discipline followed a "three strikes" rule where children would get two verbal warnings then a physical response. I've yet to (intentionally) hit my kid and have no plans on employing some of the more demanding physical punishments that I experienced. The question I have is whether words are enough to teach behaviour when the recipient of the lesson can't yet make sentences himself. In the last few weeks there have been some pretty interesting meltdowns where the boy, for whatever reason, will throw a temper tantrum with as many decibels and tears as his little body can muster. The most common response to this in Japan is for the parents to ignore the child, letting them burn through however much energy they wish to spend. This, in my mind, is the least effective way of teaching as very few people learn to master a skill by being shunned. Instead, I pick the boy up, put him on a chair while holding onto his arms, and speak to him like an adult. My voice goes from being soft to stern, and I use short sentences telling the boy why he's on the chair and what he needs to do to regain some freedom. Generally this works after a couple of minutes. Sometimes it can take half an hour. Mind you, time is relative, so half an hour for me is like an entire afternoon for him. Fortunately, I can wait.
Is this the right way?
Every child is different and different situations call for different types of discipline. If the boy were being violent to another person, I could certainly restrain him. Would I "hit back"? If the boy were older and throwing rocks off the nearby pedestrian bridge in an attempt to hit the passing cars, I could certainly restrain him. Would strong words and forced apologies to angry drivers be enough, or would I employ some other form of punishment? I do not want to be quite as physical with discipline as my parents were, but I don't want the boy to think that there aren't any consequences for poor behaviour. Future me knows that I'll make a bunch of mistakes while raising the next generation. Present Day me wants to make sure I don't make too many.
And, just for giggles, it turns out that I'm 14,546 days old today. Who knew?