Recently while shopping for a new wallet at a department store, I overheard a conversation two women were having regarding their philosophy on child-rearing. The women were quite obviously not on the same page and I became transfixed by their exchange of facial expressions and defiant body language.
"There's so much negativity in the world, we decided to avoid the use of negative words with our children.", the shorter woman said to the taller. The look of utter disbelief on the taller friend's face almost made me burst out laughing. Having always been the kind of person who likes to people-watch, and this was obviously going to be an entertaining exchange, I decided to see what transpired between these two women.
"I'm sorry, what?" was the taller woman's reply to the other woman's child-rearing philosophy.
"We only want to encourage good feelings, so we never use any language which creates a negative environment." the shorter woman said.
There was a slight pause as the two women stepped out of the way of an elderly woman who was looking at handbags.
As the elderly woman moved on, the taller woman asked "Soooooo, if Kimmie grabs the butcher knife from you while you are slicing food, you don't tell her to stop because it's dangerous and she could hurt herself?".
"Oh heavens no! There are much better ways of instructing her than using negative words and emotions.", she said.
The two women continued their conversation as I picked up a wallet every now and again so I at least appeared to be shopping instead of eavesdropping. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the child, Kimmie, who was the center of their conversation.
Little Kimmie caught my glance and a mischievous grin came across her face. Having children myself, I recognized that look and knew that nothing good could come from it and I braced myself for what was bound to come next.
I overheard the taller woman ask "How exactly is she supposed to learn how to handle being told "no" in school, or even the real world, if she's not introduced to it at home first?".
The shorter woman replied "We don't tell her no, we just redirect her to something she can play with. We figure Kimmie can figure out how to deal with the ugliness of the world later on in life when that time comes. We think children should be allowed to be care-free and not bound by society's rules............".
As Kimmie's mother spoke, little Kimmie spun on her heel and ran like a linebacker at a bank of tall rounders full of jewelry.
The crashing noise of the destruction she wrought upon those plastic and wood rounders was deafening. Earrings flew everywhere. Necklaces were a tangled mess on the floor and looked very much like a commercial fishing net. Bracelets rolled across the highly glossed marble floors, causing store personnel to dodge them as they came at a run to see who might have been injured in the "accident".
As store personnel quickly arrived, they saw Kimmie tossing jewelry everywhere. A manager quickly got past their shock and asked loudly who the child's parent or guardian was. I saw the taller woman quickly back away from her acquaintance while pointing to the woman stating "That's her mother".
Store security quickly helped Kimmie to her feet from where she was trying to swim in the pile of jewelry. They started assessing the damage and directing the department personnel to add up the cost of all the damaged items. The taller woman said to Kimmie's mother "Hmmm, I do believe your daughter is about to get a lesson in the real world's version of the word "no". I hope you've got deep pockets.".
I'm pretty sure that despite the destruction Kimmie wrought on the store that day, she still has a bright future in front of her. She should do great as either an MMA fighter or maybe even with the Roller Derby. Heck, she has already created a great stage name for herself: Kimmie the Krusher.
Written by Christie Bielss
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Kimmie the Krusher!
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Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Playing With Fire
I have been getting questions lately as to when my husband's caveman instinct to discover fire first manifested itself. His family was visiting his grandparent's house when the opportunity availed itself in the form of a pack of matches left unattended on a table.
My husband, always the Curious George, took that book of matches and snuck outside with them before anyone could discover them missing. He found a place on the edge of the yard between his grandparent's house and the neighbor's, where no one could see what he was doing.
He figured out how to open the flap and then fiddled around with the matches until he figured out how to pull each match out of the packet. He immediately set about trying to strike the matches with enough force to get one to light, just as he'd seen his parents and grandparents do. After multiple failed attempts, he got a little frustrated with it and gave it some extra muscle as he slid the match along the strike strip. Instantly the match lit. Like a cave dweller, he marveled over the first fire he was able to create.
As he gazed at the fire, the match burned closer and closer to his fingers. Not knowing what to do with the match as the flame was now starting to burn so close to his fingers that it was becoming painful to hold the match (I guess blowing out the flame didn't cross his mind), my husband dropped the lit match........ on a dry yard.
The grass started smoking instantaneously. As he sat and watched in horror, the fire grew. Not knowing what to do but knowing he would be in deep trouble if he was caught, he high-tailed it to his grandparent's back patio and acted like he had been playing there for hours. Neighbors noticed the fire as it grew and the fire department was called out, arriving with sirens blaring. While all this commotion was going on, my husband continued to sit on the patio as if he was completely oblivious to it all and innocent of any wrongdoing.
His parents knew something was up when he hadn't come running outside at the first sound of the fire engine arriving. When they found him on the back patio, he acted like he was completely unaware of the smoke which had almost completely enveloped him at that point. The jig was up when they asked him if he knew anything about the fire and, while coughing from the smoke, he said he didn't know anything about any fire.
The neighbor's prized front lawn was completely burnt up but thankfully the house didn't sustain any damage. My husband's punishment? Well, let's just say his parents taught him a very valuable lesson in the dangers of playing with fire. Of course, I learned about this after we were married and after the incident with the fire ants........
by: Christie Bielss
My husband, always the Curious George, took that book of matches and snuck outside with them before anyone could discover them missing. He found a place on the edge of the yard between his grandparent's house and the neighbor's, where no one could see what he was doing.
He figured out how to open the flap and then fiddled around with the matches until he figured out how to pull each match out of the packet. He immediately set about trying to strike the matches with enough force to get one to light, just as he'd seen his parents and grandparents do. After multiple failed attempts, he got a little frustrated with it and gave it some extra muscle as he slid the match along the strike strip. Instantly the match lit. Like a cave dweller, he marveled over the first fire he was able to create.
As he gazed at the fire, the match burned closer and closer to his fingers. Not knowing what to do with the match as the flame was now starting to burn so close to his fingers that it was becoming painful to hold the match (I guess blowing out the flame didn't cross his mind), my husband dropped the lit match........ on a dry yard.
The grass started smoking instantaneously. As he sat and watched in horror, the fire grew. Not knowing what to do but knowing he would be in deep trouble if he was caught, he high-tailed it to his grandparent's back patio and acted like he had been playing there for hours. Neighbors noticed the fire as it grew and the fire department was called out, arriving with sirens blaring. While all this commotion was going on, my husband continued to sit on the patio as if he was completely oblivious to it all and innocent of any wrongdoing.
His parents knew something was up when he hadn't come running outside at the first sound of the fire engine arriving. When they found him on the back patio, he acted like he was completely unaware of the smoke which had almost completely enveloped him at that point. The jig was up when they asked him if he knew anything about the fire and, while coughing from the smoke, he said he didn't know anything about any fire.
The neighbor's prized front lawn was completely burnt up but thankfully the house didn't sustain any damage. My husband's punishment? Well, let's just say his parents taught him a very valuable lesson in the dangers of playing with fire. Of course, I learned about this after we were married and after the incident with the fire ants........
by: Christie Bielss
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