“I Will Not Tell Lies”
So, I’ve kind of caught Felicia in these little white lies or thought she was being sneaky several times but haven’t really been able to nail it down for sure until this morning. I know the incidences are coming from having done without so much for so long, and I understand the need to do it on her part, but we’ve already had several serious conversations about telling lies. I have made it clear that it will not be tolerated.
She loves to take her lunch instead of eating school lunches. That’s fine with me because I can monitor what she has that way and know that she has a good healthy meal of stuff she likes. She has eaten like there’s no tomorrow since she got here and that’s fine, to a degree, but I don’t want her to over eat and make herself sick or become obese either. Ms. Donna has been sending tons of junk food down here, being nice, but killing me by having too much junk food in the house. I have told the kids it’s all right to have one piece of candy or something here and there but they are not allowed to sit and eat it by the handfuls.
I noticed the baskets were going down quick but haven’t actually seen them eating stuff. So this morning I noticed that the one big chocolate honey bun (uggg) that was in the basket was gone. Felicia and I make her lunch at night, so I asked her did she eat it for breakfast before I got up. “No ma’am.” I asked “Where is it then, did you put it in your lunch bag?” “Yes ma’am.” I was going to let that go but then I asked, “What else did you put in there?” She went white.
“Bring me the lunch bag please.” There was the chocolate honey bun, two Kit Kat bars and seven suckers added to the lunch for today. She did this while I was in the bathroom. So now I have to be mean and punish her. I do not want to do this part of being “mommy” again. I really don’t. It kills me, and especially with this child because she gets so pitiful when things don’t go well. I said, “Felicia, I have talked to you very nicely about telling me stories. You have no reason to be sneaky because you have everything you need and pretty much everything you want here. You had a good lunch already made and then you added all of this stuff without permission and you were sneaking to do it. Not telling me stuff is the same thing as telling lies and I’ve warned you several times about it. So you will not go to Ms. Donna’s house this afternoon.”
Oh my Lord. The lips began to tremble and the eyes welled up and the tears began to fall like rain. It was not a good way to start my day. I know I have to do things like this, but I do not like it. This evening I will have her in her room alone, writing sentences that say “I will not tell lies” during the time she would have been at Ms. Donna’s house. I don’t want to punish these kids but I know lessons have to be learned.
She some how missed being taught to write in cursive handwriting, probably during the time that she was being moved around to seven different schools. So we’ve been working on learning it at home and she is doing really good with it. The upside to this will be that she will practice her cursive handwriting and will know some of the letters really well after tonight, the ones that are in “I will not tell lies.” UGGGGGGGGG