So, you are faced with another issue. Yours, theirs, whoevers. Stop whining, blaming and complaining immediately with 1 simple tactic.
Dee Dee Artner said, “Blaming others is an act of refusing to take responsibility. When a person can’t accept the fact or the reality, they blamed another person or the situation instead of taking accountability. If you have time to whine then you have time to find a solution.”
I love that. But, I take it one step further with all my critical relationships (my children, husband, employees, volunteers, etc.). My simple tactic drastically reduces and in many cases, stops whining and complaining in its tracks. The tactic? Insist that if a problem exists and they must “tell” you about it, then they must also bring to the table 3 solutions to fix it. Perhaps those 3 solutions aren’t applicable or realistic (especially in the case of a young child, story below) but what it does is shift the thinking to solution mode rather than stay in complaint mode. The other benefit to this trick is eventually the person will learn that they have to come to you with 3 solutions and they a): either don’t bring it to you or (even better) b): they figure out the solution and the problem is solved and done! Added benefit is children (and adults) start thinking strategically about problem-solving rather than having a reactive approach to problem solve.
Why do you have to keep children’s solutions in perspective? I’ll tell you a story to illustrate. When I was a little girl of 6, I received a kitten as a gift by my beloved grandmother. I loved that kitten. I called her Furful, because she was full of fur. Well, after some time, it became evident that my older brother was allergic to her. My parents had to tell me the tragic news that Furful couldn’t live with us anymore and had to go to the local animal shelter. I was heart-broken and in my wails I howled, “There must be another way!” My dad in his infinite wisdom asked, “What would you have us do?” Sitting there looking up at my parents, I thought long and hard about my big brother (who I really didn’t like very much then) and how much I loved Furful. I said in complete seriousness for my 6-year-old brain and broken heart, “Well, give HIM away!” Furful you were never forgotten. 🙂