Intrinsic Motivation for Creating Time Urgency

Can My Child Move Faster Because He Wants To?

Off-trail short cut through Ms. Debbie’s yard

If Mom nags, it doesn’t count.

Mom better zip it.

But it does count if my child decides to move faster because he wants to.

Time Timer

So we have backward chained with a Time Timer and a list (both verbal and written).

And we have practiced moving faster.

Oh, but this morning, something new happened.

Yesterday morning’s Mom-prompted-“Let’s-run-we-are-late-for-the-bus”

was remembered.

Mom said nothing (victory for Mom),

John heard/thought/remembered something (hurray for whatever that was!).

And he just took off running, yelling, “we are late for the bus! Hurry, Mom!”

We have built in environmental time reminders and awareness.

Like when the earlier bus goes by, picking up older kids.

And we talk about how many minutes go by.

(Use real minutes.  Never say “5 minutes” and let it go to something longer.

We use 3 minutes when we mean 3 minutes.

We have backward chained so I can hold up 3 fingers.

He knows what that means, no matter if we are outside, inside, alone or with others.)

John is intensely intrinsically motivated NOT TO MISS the morning school bus.

And at our first corner, he chose to go off trail, taking a short cut through a neighbor’s yard.

Oh, I love it when he does anything new: problem-solving, critical-thinking, off-trail!

Not stuck in a rut.

So, once again, the issue is the joy of the child, to do what he wants to do.

And may I add, clever manipulation of that intrinsic motivation to offer choices for success.

Peace to our village,

Gayle

 

My Shoe is in the Pool

No Rescue. Learning from Unintended Consequences.

It was after school, after the bus, and after finding out the evening belonged to Mom.

(John prefers his dad.  I understand the emotional dynamics going on.)

John was in the back yard, horsing around with the dog.

One of his shoes was floating upside down in the water.

There were lots of things I could have done.

I chose the “turn around and walk away” option.

He did have to fetch his shoe out of the pool.

He had no other shoes.

Three other shoes were up on the roof.

That’s another story.

Anyway, if he wanted shoes in the car to go to taekwondo,

then one was going to be wet.

I did hand him a pile of napkins.

I said nothing.

If I have learned anything in all these years of interventions,

it’s that once we have backward-chained to complete a habit/neural pathway,

Mom better zip it.

No learning will be reinforced if Mom nags.

It will just be push-back.

So, back to the wet shoe in the car,

John was wiping and talking about wet.

Shall we call it sensory averse?

I was driving, smiling on the inside.

Whatever lesson was learned, it was also about what a wet shoe feels like.

No rescue.

And it hasn’t happened again (yet).

Peace be with us,

Gayle