I just want to thank everyone who made this day necessary.
We had a new program for dealing with Nick’s tardiness. Come Monday morning, we had to leave the house by 9:15 am. Either that, or Nick would be staying home from school for the day.
Nora and I were filled with dread that weekend, but determined to see the procedure through.
At first, Nick had dismissed the plan, pretending it was of no importance. But as the deadline approached, he began to acquaint us with the depth of his legal mind.
“What does it mean to be on time?” he said.
“It means crossing the threshold of the front door, dressed for school, by fifteen minutes after nine.” I said.
“What if I’m five minutes late,” he said.
“Then no school,” I said.
“What if I’m five seconds late,” said Nick.
“Same, same,” I said.
“Is this going to be this way forever?” said Nick.
“How long is forever?”
It reminded me of the Biblical story of Abraham bargaining with God about Sodom and Gemorrah.
“If there are fifty good people in the city, I will spare them for the fifty’s sake,” said God.
Abraham had argued God down to ten, and there the dispute ended.
As I recalled, things had not worked out well for Sodom.
“What if I’m five million millionth seconds late,” said Nick.
“If you’re measureably late, then you’re late,” I said.
“But I mean, how can you even measure it?” said Nick.
“You know, Nick, daddy doesn’t have an instrument that measures that precisely,” said Nora.
“I’ll know it when I see it,” I said.
DAY OF RECKONING
Monday morning arrived, bright with sun. Nick woke cheerful. He was ready early. His clothes still itched and he still needed cream, but he was ready early.
As we walked out the front door at 9:05, Nick said, “I like being early. We should have left at 9 o’clock! We should have made the time 9 o’clock!”
We arrived in the schoolyard well before morning meeting. There were grins all around. Most of the teachers had been aware of the plan.
Charity beamed. “Nick, it’s so good to see you early!”
Nick trotted off to play with some friends.
“This is great,” he said. “You can actually play before morning meeting, you know.”
Nick was on time the next day. And the next. And the next. No arguments. No attitude. No complaints.
“I just love being early,” said Nick.
It was so easy.
“Charity,” I said, on the morning of the third day, “You’re a genius. I’m going to nominate you for a MacArthur.”
The real test came a week later.
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The Marshmallow Test. Children were given a marshmallow and told they could eat it right away, or hold off and earn an extra marshmallow:
How to teach Self-Discipline–What a kids’ blog called Radical Parenting has to say about The Marshmallow test.
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Childrens’ art credit: Blades. Crayon. Torbjörn S. Age 10.
Kungsör, Sweden. ©2011 The Natural Child Project. Used by permission.
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