During a frustrating moment of motherhood,
I devised a plan to silence (even if temporarily)
the whining, complaining & tattling.
It's called the Complaints & Compliments box.
I keep it in the kitchen.
Once a month, I sit like a Queen, holding court.
As the scraps (formal complaints) unfold,
I dole out the new laws, the old punishments,
mend fences and break-up alliances.
And every so often, I might even find
a compliment in there, if I wade deep enough.