Socializing his son, teaching him how he should behave, when he’d, done something he shouldn’t have, the experiences of a father, translated…
One day, my two-year-old son Flybo acted out when he was on the balcony, playing with the sink and the water. I’d allowed him to take the cup out to get some water, the kind that was like the Russian dolls, with one inside of another, that sort of a cup. And, after a bit of playing, don’t know what got into him, he’d, tossed the cup out, watched that cup fall from our twentieth floor home, all the way, down, into the swimming pool.
“Flybo, you can’t throw things! You will HIT someone!”, I’d told him in a high-pitched voice. “I’m sorry!”, he’d said. When he realized that he did something bad or wrong or shouldn’t, he would, apologize. “It’s okay, but you have to go to the pool manager to tell him you’re sorry, then, go find your toys back.” Flybo told me okay, and apologized, once more.
In the afternoon, I’d left him to the pool, and told the super what we were there for. Flybo apologized, “I’m sorry!”, the super smiled and told him that it was no big deal. I’d taken Flybo around the pools to try to find the cup, but we can’t. “Fine then, let’s just, go home!”, I’d told him, “No, find longer!”, Flybo declared. I don’t remember teaching him to say that. “let’s just go ask the super if he’d seen it, okay?” “Okay! Try and find.”, he’d stated.
The super circled around the poolside twice, and still couldn’t find that cup. I’d told Flybo, “Fine, let’s go home, it’s gone. Don’t throw your toys out next time, you understand?”, ‘Yes!”, he’d stated. As we were walking back, I’d taken one more look into the pools, and found there was a light blue object afloat there, focused my eyes, it’s the cup! “over there!”, I’d carried Flybo up to see, he was excited.
The super stood by the steps next to the pool, used the net, but, it was always, a bit, short to get to the cup. I’d told the man, “I’ll shake the ropes a bit, to let it float toward us some.” Pulled on the rope, and swung it hard, Flybo was close by, with his eyes opened up wide, watching, he seemed to find that amusing.
This kid, he did, all of this!
The super netted the cup. Picked it up, handed it to Flybo. “What do you say?”, id’ asked him. “I’m sorry!”, “No, it’s thank you!” “Thank you”, stated Flybo. “You’re welcome” said the super, smiling. “Don’t throw your toys again, you understand?”, I’d patted Flybo’s head, thanked the super again, led my son away, and his hand clenched tightly to that cup of his, we went upstairs, got home.
Maybe, Flybo learned something, or not. But, this is the model behaviors I’d given to him, as his, dad.
So, in this incident, the kid learned that he should NOT throw his toys down over the balcony, and he’d learned that he should say thank you to someone who’d helped him get his toy back, and that he shouldn’t throw his toys over the balcony again, and, this father didn’t get angry, or loud, and still managed to get his point across to his own young son.