Today morning, just as I open the fridge to take out some
vegetables, my one and a half year old arrives and starts fiddling with the
bottles on the fridge door. I see him pull out a bottle of chilli sauce. I ask him
to put it back, he obliges and I turn my attention to the vegetables. Just as I
take the beans in my hand, there is a loud crash! The big new bottle of tomato sauce
has been smashed to bits. The poor bottle looks like a twisted, bludgeoned
creature, lying on the floor. There is sauce splashed all over the kitchen
floor, shards of glass everywhere and a shooting pain in my foot. I feel like
venting my anger on my toddler but I stop and remove myself from the ‘crime
scene’ to tend to my poor foot, while hubby steps in take our toddler away.
As I clean my wound, I observe myself firstly simmer and
then slowly cool down as I make my way back to the kitchen to clean the huge mess.
I would have reacted impulsively had I not recalled that I had lost my privilege
of acting out as an instinctual human being the day I became a parent. Also, my
acting out would probably not make my little one learn any lasting lesson about
glass bottles being breakable.
I have learnt (the hard way) that for small children to process
and internalize, even simple instructions need to be repeated (maybe a dozen to
even more than a hundred times) before they finally follow. The hard part is
not to repeat, but it is rather tough to stay calm, consistent and never lose patience in the process of repetition.
I am not immune to it either and have heard myself start statements with “How
many times do I have to tell you to….”
Another important aspect of parenting is Unconditional Love, irrespective of the
behaviours our child shows. Our love for them is not so fragile that it can
change and shift based on their accomplishments, acts of mischief or academic achievements.
We may or may not like certain behaviours but we love them all the same. It
does not matter how many times or how many ‘walls’ they make me climb, they are
always the most loved.
However, our love for them does not mean a lack of
Discipline. In fact the greatest gift we can give to our children is Discipline, but that too does not need
the extensive use of our vocal cords or limbs. That would indeed be the worst
for our children.
Even in my limited experience as a parent I have realized
the importance of patience, practice and passion in mastering the science and art of parenting. The same
applies to anything else we would want to master and it is true of parenting,
only more so.
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