Taking it away was so much harder than not giving it so freely in the first place. We spent about eight months doing slow boring afternoons on purpose, just sitting with the discomfort together, him and me both. Some days were genuinely awful. I kept thinking about how much easier it would have been to just not start the habit. I still don't fully know if we're through it.
I think when you never explain yourself to a kid they don't learn to follow logic, they learn to wait you out. And then when they're big enough to wait you out properly, they do. I'm not sure it's more complicated than that. We were the adults so we made the rules, and that was fine, but we never once said here's why this rule exists and here's what we're actually worried about. So they never had a reason to care about the rule itself, only about whether we were watching.
I think what I took from it is that if you pay a kid every time they're decent, they learn that decency has a going rate. And when you stop paying, why would they bother. Some stuff is just what you do when you live with other people. We muddied that for a while.
I think the apology told him something he needed to know. That I wasn't one of those dads who just moves on and pretends. That he was allowed to be upset when I got things wrong.
I don't know that it changed everything though. I still lose my temper sometimes. I'm still not great at it.
I should've let them mess up a small amount at fifteen instead of a large amount at twenty three. That's it really. A tenner lost on something stupid at home is cheaper than. Well.