I've had two bright ideas lately. Bright idea #1:
The other day I heard Millie and Jo 'pretending' to be me. I listened in closer, and stole a glance. Jo was sitting, pretending to sew, singing a lofty high-pitch song. Millie pretended to get hurt, and came to "mama" to make it better. Jo comforted: "Oh, my dear. Here's a hanky."
At first I was worried they would mimic me by shouting things like "Get in the CAR." or "If you don't come here in 10 seconds, you are in time-out!" or "Its dinner. I don't care if you eat it or not, I'm not making anything else." Or any number of unpleasant, mom-ish things I say every day to them. But no, Jo sat, sewed and sang. Which I also didn't think a very near representation.
Until yesterday, when I was sitting outside, needle and thread in hand, and singing this song. And yes, I had a hanky on hand for tears. It struck me that maybe it will be my unconscious actions that they might remember, not my conscious disciplinary or impatient moments....at least I hope so.