Lately, I have been having conversations with my boys about using good judgement. They don’t seem to be doing such a good job of it. For example, today I heard the sound of glass breaking coming from the kitchen while I was in the other part of the house. I came running to see what had broken and why. My two oldest boys were sitting in the kitchen floor with beyblades and a broken glass between them. If you don’t know what beyblades are, they are basically glorified tops, you pull a strip of plastic and let it go and the thing spins. They are made of metal and plastic. So, the boys thought it would be a good idea to see what would happen if they were to spin the beyblades into the glass. The glass broke, of course, but fortunately it didn’t shatter. When I came in, they were still sitting there laughing about the whole thing not even realizing they could get hurt by the broken glass. Only boys would do such a thing.

I talk with my two-year old about judgement all the time, not that he understands yet, but I have to say it anyway. He is always doing things before thinking about the outcome. You expect that from a two-year old, but when they get to be eight you expect they would have learned a little something.

I find myself to be somewhat like my eight year old sometimes. You would think I would learn from my mistakes, but not so much. Despite being old enough to know better I still do some things sometimes that shock even me. When will I realize that actions have consequences? Sometimes it’s just a moment of stupidity, like touching the hot stove with my bare hands, or sometimes it’s willful self-destruction, like eating a pint of ice cream when I am upset about something. I know that much ice cream is not good for me, but I do it anyway. I regret it later. Maybe someday I will learn to control my impulses and think through my actions before doing them, but I have a feeling this might be a life sentence. lol