A lesson in self control

On Sunday Andrew's primary teacher, Lauren, shared with me something he said. (you really have to teach me how to link now Lauren so my posts can be as fancy as yours)

He said "You get what you get and you don't throw a fit! But sometimes, I really want to throw a fit."

I guess the "get what you get" chant is something they use at school to motivate each other (I have never heard a teacher say that, only the kids). It was funny and cute but more than that, it has made me think about how far Andy has come lately.

He probably does want to throw a fit pretty often because it seems the older you get the less you get your way, but he doesn't. I am struggling to remember the last time he really threw a fit. Sometimes he will stamp his foot or poke out his lip in protest of some terrible injustice like not eating dinner on the couch or having to wear clothes to church instead of swimwear (a whole different post, stay tuned), but he does manage to keep it to that instead throwing that fit. I was suddenly proud of him for recognizing that sometimes, even when you really do want to throw a fit, you don't.

If only we all could remember that the world would be a much better place!