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……