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As They Grow


Kupfer-Cheryl

Dear Readers,

Over the long stretch of Yom Tov, I spent a lot of time in the park (in three different states) while enjoying the antics – some of them hair-raising – of my grandchildren as they swung, slid, jumped and hid. As you can imagine, the park was full of heimishe men, women and children, happy for the opportunity, after three days of being indoors at shul and at the dining room table, to work off excess calories (the adults) and excess energy (the kids).

It was very gratifying to see three, and sometimes even four, generations of a family enjoying each other’s company and creating bonds and memories that will transcend time and distance.

As pleasant as these family outings no doubt were to everyone involved, the joyful atmosphere was at times marred by some of the reactions and interactions that I witnessed by parents who, I felt, could be better at incorporating the principle of  “putting oneself in the other person’s shoes” when it came to their young children.  One little girl, about two-years-old, had spilled some fruit punch on her pretty, and no doubt pricey Shabbat outfit, and her mother loudly scolded her. Another parent yelled at her toddler for stepping into a small puddle and getting his new shoes muddied. Another was annoyed that his child had misplaced his glasses, again.  The children’s bright faces were darkened by their parent’s criticism; their joy deflated by the anger and belittling that rained on them.

Getting dirty, messing things up or losing or breaking toys and other possessions go hand and hand with being a normal, healthy child. It’s part of the process of growing up, or becoming self-reliant and independent. There are many parents who would give everything they have – and more – to have their child able to feed him or herself  (and yes, spill and dribble on their yom tov outfits) and to run and jump and tear their pants, and lose their baseball mitts, etc.

Without question, it is very aggravating when kids ruin, lose or break items that need to be replaced. After all, dollars are not like leaves – they do not grow on trees, and it is stressful to see one’s hard-earned money go out the window due to what is perceived as a child’s carelessness or indifference. But what is crucial for the parent to understand is that their child is not a “little adult.” There is nothing adult about them. Adults are aware of how “the world works”- what is right, wrong or socially acceptable. Kids, on the other hand, learn life’s lessons the hard way – by doing things that get their mommies and daddies really, really mad. The wise parent will show his/her child the correct path with gentle words and actions seeped in softness and patience.

Below is a poem I wrote years ago based on a situation that I can say without hesitation, every parent has experienced, at least once in their child-rearing career – when a wall becomes a child’s canvas.

 

A Second Look

 

My little boy messed up the wall,

But what he did didn’t make me mad at all,

Instead of anger I felt rather proud

That this miniature person,

Who laughs aloud,

Is growing up.

 

He had noticed a crayon on the shelf,

Toddled over and grabbed it by himself,

And while I was chatting on the kitchen phone,

He wandered happily on his own

To the living room wall.

And scribbled. A lot.

 

I heard him laughing so I came in to see,

And saw his “artwork” as he clapped with glee.

I hurried over to him, ready to scold,

Then I remembered – he’s 15 months old.

 

I asked myself, how should I react?

I should take a second look before I act,

And see all this from his point of view,

And let that guide me as to what to do.

 

I looked at his face; he looked so elated,

He had taken a step forward – he had created!

He did something that for him was truly brand new,

He went and made “squiggles” – like the “big people” do!

He did what he did just to show

His ema and himself – that he’s trying to grow.

That he can take the initiative and do for himself.

So he stood on his tippy toes and reached for the shelf.

 

Ema was busy so he looked for some “paper,”

Determined to complete his “big boy” caper,

Spying the blank wall he came up with a solution,

A brilliant breakthrough in his “independence” revolution.

He had a thought that he put into action,

Too young to understand my potential reaction.

 

So instead of a scolding, I gave him praise.

Thankful for this neshama I was given to raise.

My wall needed repainting, but I am full of joy,

For I realized Hashem gifted me with a healthy, growing boy,

I know in the future many other things will get messed,

But I’ll forgo the anger – for I know I am blessed.

 

One day soon he’ll understand,

And he won’t do it anymore,

So why yell and make his neshama sore,

When a hug will make his neshama soar?

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