Mind your A’s:
It was a lazy cold evening and all the boys
of our society were bored playing outside. Moreover it was getting dark so I
suggested all come to our place and play indoors. “Yeah!!!!” All yelled at once
and immediately everyone barged in my living room. One of the reason why kids
enjoy at friends place is that they get to play with the toys of their friends.
So there they were all the boys sitting in the living area and started to put together
the pieces of the crane model of mech-o-tec. This was the newest game of my
elder son and he loved flaunting it to all his friends. I was enjoying hearing
them discuss and work together to get it fixed. Observing your young ones play
around is a better time pass rather than being glued to the idiot box, I always
look upto such rare occasions as I am a working mother in a Corporate and my
kids spend most of their time at the day care centre. All was fine and the kids
were engrossed in the act, when suddenly my younger one yelled, ‘A…..that’s
mine’…the other boys gave him a glance and got back to their work. Again he screamed
in a louder stern voice, ‘ A…that’s mine, don’t you understand’. He was now
being a spoil sport by stopping the game. I carried him inside the bedroom and
told him that is a very wrong way of putting across a point. I had witnessed
this aggressive behaviour of his earlier and thought it will be fine as he grows
up. Wondered where he learnt all the language from.
Later that evening their father came home
late for dinner exhausted like always. And like everyday, the boys jumped all
over him as soon as he entered for the cell phone so that they could play the
car racing game. Since I refrain from downloading unwanted apps on my smart
phone, its only him they turn to for such luxuries. Within 2 minutes there’s a
quarrel on- who plays first, and in the next 3 minutes there another quarrel on
the first one not lending the phone on time!!!...so at the next minute my
husband looses his temper that he hoped not to throw on the kids and yells, A-
both of you don’t you understand, I want some peace!!!’ …now I don’t really
know how much of that word they understand, but I got the answer to the question
that was bothering me for some while. Now, I got to know that there was nothing
wrong with my child. It was not him who had to be corrected; rather it was us
who need to be correct morally all the time when we are with kids. Kids mimic,
they copy and they learn from us all the time by observing and hearing us. So,
it was time for us to correct and mind our A’s……