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Relentless Pursuit of Power
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haahhhh... yes another ridiculously long journaled lo about alyssa and her fits. since gage was so drastically different, the same techniques we used with him just aren't the best techniques for her. i think recognizing that and being willing to flex on it was probably the most difficult thing for us. we just assumed that what works for one will work for all. sigh... once again, this little girl's life has humbled me even further. anyway... the numbers brush here represents so many things... minutes, occurrences, age... the list goes on. 
and... i had so much to say here, i almost took the picture out altogether... however... i left it. it just gives such a visual effect... i decided it needed to be there.
JOURNALING: Wow. I had no idea the level of strength you possess when it comes to having things your way. Daddy and I have really struggled with how to handle your relentless pursuit of power. We have been questioning our method of time-out for some time now. However, feeling that you are just too young for official spankings plus feeling that with your personality it just isnt the way to go, we werent sure what else to do. In my constant search for answers, we have recently been given a ray of hope. Through advice from a friend of mine who has had wonderful success with time-outs (approached the proper way), we have found a renewed sense of motivation. Simply tweaking our version of time-out and making it much more structured seemed to be all we really needed to do. So I got up today and gave myself quite the pep talk. We had a pretty good morning for the most part. Then came lunchtime. You threw a piece of food on the floor. I calmly, but firmly, said No, we do not throw our food on the floor. You, of course, looked me right in the eye and threw another piece. We went to time out. Now normally, you proceed to throw yourself to the floor and grab fist-fulls of your hair and pull, as your face turns purple. However today, I was insistent that you sit up straight and quietly for 1 full minute. How long did it take for us to get to this 1 minute? 32 minutes. These 32 minutes consisted of you attempting to pull your hair and me calmly placing your hands back in your lap. It consisted of you throwing yourself to the floor and me calmly picking you up and placing you back into your upright position. It was exhausting. After 32 minutes, you finally submitted. You sat in the floor, straight up and quietly, for one full minute. Now oddly enough, it was not the contents of that 32 minutes that gave me the knowledge that I now have. It was the 1 minute. In this minute, I realized that it is power you are after. It is control. And probably for the first time since these fits began, I had won the battle. This was the first of what I am sure will be many confrontations in our now shared pursuit of power. I have high hopes in redirecting your [strong] spirit without breaking it.
date stamp reads: attempted properly june 15 2007
PRODUCTS USED:
Paislee Press: Paper Girl Cream paper; Moderity Numbers brush
Vicki Stegall Lush Textures Sanding overlay
Fonts: Perpetua; dear joe Four; Century Gothic
and... i had so much to say here, i almost took the picture out altogether... however... i left it. it just gives such a visual effect... i decided it needed to be there. JOURNALING: Wow. I had no idea the level of strength you possess when it comes to having things your way. Daddy and I have really struggled with how to handle your relentless pursuit of power. We have been questioning our method of time-out for some time now. However, feeling that you are just too young for official spankings plus feeling that with your personality it just isnt the way to go, we werent sure what else to do. In my constant search for answers, we have recently been given a ray of hope. Through advice from a friend of mine who has had wonderful success with time-outs (approached the proper way), we have found a renewed sense of motivation. Simply tweaking our version of time-out and making it much more structured seemed to be all we really needed to do. So I got up today and gave myself quite the pep talk. We had a pretty good morning for the most part. Then came lunchtime. You threw a piece of food on the floor. I calmly, but firmly, said No, we do not throw our food on the floor. You, of course, looked me right in the eye and threw another piece. We went to time out. Now normally, you proceed to throw yourself to the floor and grab fist-fulls of your hair and pull, as your face turns purple. However today, I was insistent that you sit up straight and quietly for 1 full minute. How long did it take for us to get to this 1 minute? 32 minutes. These 32 minutes consisted of you attempting to pull your hair and me calmly placing your hands back in your lap. It consisted of you throwing yourself to the floor and me calmly picking you up and placing you back into your upright position. It was exhausting. After 32 minutes, you finally submitted. You sat in the floor, straight up and quietly, for one full minute. Now oddly enough, it was not the contents of that 32 minutes that gave me the knowledge that I now have. It was the 1 minute. In this minute, I realized that it is power you are after. It is control. And probably for the first time since these fits began, I had won the battle. This was the first of what I am sure will be many confrontations in our now shared pursuit of power. I have high hopes in redirecting your [strong] spirit without breaking it.
date stamp reads: attempted properly june 15 2007
PRODUCTS USED:
Paislee Press: Paper Girl Cream paper; Moderity Numbers brush
Vicki Stegall Lush Textures Sanding overlay
Fonts: Perpetua; dear joe Four; Century Gothic