It amazes me when I go shopping how many kids are screaming to the top of the their lungs. They are upset because they want that toy, book, or whatever else their parents said, “NO” to.
Not too far back I saw a 4-5 year old actually slapping and screaming at her grandmother, for the such. I shook my head, as I was in total disbelief. So I decided to share my story on how my Mother taught me, “I was not going to get one dat-blasted thing, through a fit.”
I was four years old and she and I went shopping. At that time they had these wooden pianos, (which I called a pa-nanner) with about 10 keys. It was bright red and so pretty and “I WANTED IT!”
She told me, “No.” The fit began. Crying, kicking, even laying on the floor, kicking and screaming. So she bought it, to shut me up!
Oh I was a happy little camper then. Fit, immediately stopped. Wiped my tears and headed to the check out counter with Mom.
We got into the car and she did not say a word, but she had one happy little girl. We drove home and she was quiet, but we did have some chatting going on.
When we got home, she took my “pa-nanner,” and placed it on the top of my closet shelf. Back then, closet shelves were very tall. She then turned to me and said:
“You will never touch it!”
At that, Mom turned and walked off. Of course I could not reach it, not even with a stool. In fact I was about 7-8 before I could reach that “pa-nanner.” It stayed on top of that closet shelf for all of those years.
Then when I could reach it with a stool, she took it and threw it away. Never once was I ever allowed to hit one key on that “pa-nanner.” I looked at it every single day of those years, though.
I knew from that point and time in my life, if I wanted anything, it was not going to come to me, because I threw a fit, or thought myself so deserving.
When she placed my “pa-nanner” on top of that closet shelf, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, my hands and that toy would never make contact. They never did.
I also learned “no” meant “no,” and “yes” meant “yes.”
There was never any discussion about it, something just told me, “If I liked my rear-end, to let it be.”
It was a lesson which I hated. It was a lesson taught to me over a period of 3-4 years. I never again, threw a fit in a store, or anywhere else for that matter.
What that “lesson” did for me in my adult years, brought me far in life. I was for the most respected in my work place. I was always able to “climb the ladder.” As one boss told me:
“You are a dying breed as far as employees go. You actually work and do what you are told, without a comeback.” Thanks Mom!
I just thought I would share this because the best thing a kid can learn is a:
“Life long lesson, taught at a very young age!”
God Bless, SR