The Wonders of Silence, on the Education of Young Children

This is from socialization, how this father taught his young children to behave themselves, and the parent must’ve, interacted with his own young in this way every day, for the young children, to be so well-behaved…translated…

I’d gone to a hawk-watching event, riding to the location via shuttle, there was the tents set up, and there were four plastic chairs set up under the tent, the first row, vacant, the front of the second row, sat a couple, a woman sitting alone on the front of the fourth row; or maybe, because of how the seats aren’t completely taken, a shuttle with around twenty seats, so we all, scattered, around.

children well-behaved…like so…photo from online

Seeing how everybody is so leisurely, I too, followed suit, selected the third row, found myself a seat; then came a married couple, who sat two seats away from me, like how they were, keeping the social distance during the beginning of the pandemic, we all kept to ourselves, even though we shared the same goals, we’d rarely, maintained, any, eye contact.  I’d speculated, that we all just had lunch, that’s why we’re all, falling, drowsy.

Not long after this, in the distance, there was a father with two young children, coming toward the plaza, they’d selected the first row toward the back to sit; soon as one of the kids who is active just situated down, he’d become, jittery, started, swaying his body, mumbled, “why isn’t it here yet?”, I can hear, that he was, intentionally, making his voice low, and the second time he’d spoken, it’d become, a bit, louder, “Why isn’t it~~~” the “here yet? Suddenly, turned softer.  Had it not been the child’s movements, I would think, that I was the only one, waiting for the, shuttle.

The shuttle finally arrived, we all got on, I was surprised, that everybody without verbal exchange, all knew where they’re supposed to go to sit.  What’s most surprising was, the father and two sons who sat on the first row while we were all waiting, didn’t get on the shuttle because they were closest to it, and the father told the children gently, “we are here later, we shall wait to go on last!”

as opposed to this…photo from online

As they all got on, the three sat on the last row, while I sat on the row right in front of theirs, I’d imagine that the children would complain, that it was hot, or that they were thirsty, needed the water or whatever, started wiggling around, but all the way, none of what I’d expected, happened.  Nothing but silence transpired through the shuttle, other than the brakes from the driver, or the bus jolted up when we pass through the unsmooth surface, and it’d given me the opportunity to look out the window, to focus my sight on the flowers of the county road.

The cherry blossoms surely were, pretty, but there’s that feel of aesthetic that needed no words.  In this absolutely silent atmosphere, what’s comforting, is the silent, delicateness; and the interactions between the father and his son, showed what a disciplined, well-rounded family behaved as, I’m thinking, that this is that aesthetic of ordinary life that need no words of, descriptions.

And so, in these situation, you would picture that the young children would get upset, waiting for too long, without the air-conditioning, in the HEATED weather, but they didn’t, because the parents trained them very well, and that just showed, how discipline should be instilled in your own young, in the day-to-day interactions that you share in your, lives.