Behold the marshmallow

My (almost) nine-year-old Zachary was terribly frustrated doing his homework a few weeks back.

“I’m so mad! I just want to throw something!”

Choices

Now, think. As a parent, what do you say to that?

  • It’s ok, honey.
  • Calm down. Let’s see what’s the problem?
  • Zach, you’re over-reacting! Can you just do your homework quietly?

Marshmallows

My fantastic wife Beth had a different solution: Zach was mad. He wanted to throw something. And so we let him.

Beth went to the cupboard and took out a bag of marshmallows. “Here,” she said, “Throw this.”

You should have seen Zachary light up and it put his temporary setback in perspective – a perspective he gained on his own, without any hectoring from us. “Really?! I can throw this?!” Soon after, his rage gave way to laughter and a loving “marshmallow fight” with mom.

The fact that he got to eat the projectile afterward didn’t hurt either.

Long-term effects

I picked up Zach from school the other day. His friend Joseph was coming over for a play date and Michael overheard. “You’re going to Zachary’s house?! You’re lucky. You get to have marshmallow fights!”

Now, that’s a happy ending.

Have any “my child is so mad and this is what I did” stories to share?

Good luck from a fellow dad,

Joe Hage

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