Temper Your Child's Tantrums (Paperback)James C Dobson
Most parents have at least one youngster who seems to be born with a clear idea of how he wants the world to be operated, the so-called “strong-willed child”.
Temper Your Child's Tantrums by New York Times best-selling author and parenting expert Dr James Dobson deals particularly with the subject of discipline as it relates to the strong-willed child. He provides practical advice and suggestions to parents who may be faced with the challenge of raising such a child.
A Question and Answer section is also included where Dr Dobson answers common questions from concerned parents about raising their strong-willed children.
ByJames C Dobson
Size106 x 175 mm
Number of Pages128 pp
PublisherChristian Art Publication
Battle of the Wills
The Dobson household consists of a mother and
father, a boy and a girl, one hamster, a parakeet,
one lonely goldfish, and two hopelessly neurotic
cats. We all live together in relative harmony with
a minimum of conflict and strife.
But there is another member of our “family”
who is less congenial and cooperative. He is a stubborn
twelve-pound dachshund named Sigmund
Freud (Siggie), who honestly believes he owns
the place. All dachshunds tend to be somewhat
independent, I’m told, but Siggie is a confirmed
revolutionary. He’s not vicious or mean; he just
wants to run things—and the two of us have been
engaged in a power struggle for the past twelve
Siggie is not only stubborn, but he doesn’t pull
his own weight in the family. He won’t bring in
the newspaper on cold mornings; he refuses to
“chase a ball” for the children; he doesn’t keep
the gophers out of the garden; and he can’t do
any of the usual tricks that most cultured dogs
perform. Alas, Siggie has refused to participate
in any of the self-improvement programs I have
initiated on his behalf. He is content just to trot
through life, watering and sniffing and stopping
to smell the roses.
Furthermore, Sigmund is not even a good
watchdog. This suspicion was confirmed the
night we were visited by a prowler who had entered
our backyard at three o’clock in the morning.
I suddenly awoke from a deep sleep, got out
of bed, and felt my way through the house without
turning on the lights. I knew someone was on the
patio and Siggie knew it, too, because the little
coward was crouched behind me!
After listening to the thumping of my heart
for a few minutes, I reached out to take hold of
the rear doorknob. At that moment, the backyard
gate quietly opened and closed. Someone had
been standing three feet from me, and that “someone”
was now tinkering in my garage.
Siggie and I held a little conversation in the
darkness and decided that he should be the one
to investigate the disturbance. I opened the back
door and told my dog to “attack!” But Siggie just
had one! He stood there throbbing and shaking
so badly that I couldn’t even push him out the
back door. In the noise and confusion that ensued,
the intruder escaped (which pleased both
dog and man).