“You don’t really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave at his parents every time around- and why his parents will always wave back.”
~ William D. Tammeuson
Why do we do this? And why do we not stop knowing that we are doing the unclear repetitive motion?
It is just like my children saying “Hi Mom” each and every time I walk into a room. After the 3rd time I grunt and say “We did this pony show already today” and they laugh. I would like to think that I am teaching my children some type of life skills, like not being a people-pleaser all the time. I try to be empathetic toward my children. I do not want to steal their youthful joy, but I do not want to do silly things like say “Hi” 10 times a day. I have learned being a parent is tough. But to me it is not because its a mean mean world out there, it is because I have to catch myself from getting upset that my children are doing childish things. I have to stop and think about how I would feel if someone reacted to me out of annoyance when I do not understand a subject the same way I react to my children when they are doing thing without the correct knowledge. It is hard sometimes to not yell ” grow-up a little” when your seven year old is sobbing in the backseat of your car because she cannot find her tooth she lost at school that day. Even though she just had it in her hands. You tell her we will look for it when we get home. And her reply is “But moooom, what is it flies out the window?” Really teeth can not fly little person.
When I was younger I would fantasize about how I was going to be that hip mom. The mom that would seat down with her children everyday and create crafts and dance for hours. The mom what would listen to every single word her child would say and answer every question with the truth. Then I had my kids and they suck my creativity out of me by the time they turned 2 years old. Then they hit preteens and became unrealistically hormonal and count downs from 5 to 1 happen in my head in order calm myself. I think to myself the outside is fine, its my house that is crazy.
