Dance, Dance, Revolution

Today’s post goes out to Pastor Tim Poetzl. Apparently, he’s come up with a unique way to teach his young children the art of genuine forgiveness and apologies.

It goes like this:

1. have your children hold hands and face each other.

2. next, they must either sing songs made up on the spot of how much they love each other,

or

3. tell each other things they like about each other.

He was laughing in the recounting of a recent incident involving one such “punishment” because of how funny and hard it is for children to have to apologize this way…funny, and hard, and effective.  You see, when I was growing up, my siblings and I fought “like junkyard dogs” as my mother would say. It’s not like we had any lasting bitterness towards each other, but…siblings fight–it’s one of the facts of life unless you are the product of immaculate conception. My parent’s method for getting us to make up? Slow dancing. That’s right–you thought holding hands and singing songs to your nemesis sounded painful? Try slow dancing, complete with the arm on the shoulder and the hand on the waist as you twirl the living room to the “dancing” music sung by your delighted parents while you hold on to the one person you nearly came to blows with moments earlier.  See, slow dancing has a way of making most people feel somewhat ridiculous, and when you feel ridiculous and that ridiculous moment is shared with another person who feels equally ridiculous–you get a completely different perspective on the tiff you were just having.

AJ and I can’t wait to try out both of these methods some day.

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