Years ago, on a girls night out, I painted a plate at one of those fun pottery places. I made our family 'Star of Day Plate'. To be the star of the day you have to do something outstanding, help someone in a HUGE way (WITHOUT being asked), you know positively reinforcing the GOOD STUFF our cherubs do.
Cherub 2 worked sooooo hard all week on his unit spelling test (review 122 words). I told him I was so proud of all his effort he could get the star of the day plate.
Cherub 2: YAY! Because I have them all right?
Me: No honey, because you worked so hard!!
Me: Mommy doesn't care if you get half of them wrong on the test buddy, as long as you worked really hard, that is all that matters.
Cherub 2: YAY!
He was proud as a peacock tonight eating off that plate. He deserved it!
My cup runneth over.