Allowing your own young to experience, so s/he knows, that MOMMY is, RIGHT!!! Translated…
My daughter woke up late this morn, I’d placed her breakfast into a box, for her to bring to school. At this time, she’d told me she’d not wanted to eat it at school. I’d hollered, “Why?”, she’d, minced her lips, refused to tell me another word, I’d thought for a bit, and asked, “do you want to take the time before classes to finish your assignments?”, she’d nodded, “it’s too time consuming to have to eat breakfast at school, it takes away the time from me doing my homework.”
I had to admit, I’d felt, a bit, emotional as she’d told me this. I thought it’s, defeating the whole purpose of things, thinking of finishing her assignments on time, not caring about her health. Besides, “homework’, is supposed to be work, taken home to complete, and yet, she’d been, rushing through the assignments in the mornings as she arrived at school, to the point of, giving up breakfast, this is, so totally, not, understandable.
As I was about to go into lecture at her, suddenly, I thought of myself. In the elementary years, I’d gotten too busy with the various kinds of contests and competitions; in middle school, the pressures of academic made me buried in books; entered into high school, I’d, insisted I could, handle both my academia and my extracurricular activities; as I started n college, I’d, burned off my youth like crazy—but, during those years, my mother never said anything. Surely, she’d, nagged, it’s just, she couldn’t, do a thing, as her daughter is, very much an, independent thinker, and, finally, allowed me to, be.
Many years later, in the mornings, I stood before my daughter, and, suddenly understood, my own mother’s, nagging back then. Toward the young, mothers always showed their care and concerns, there were the, worries, always wanting to, offer the best answers for her life. But, because I’d been a kid myself, I knew, that a lot of the lessons in life, you must learn, personally, for you, to come to realize, what is, the correct answer, and so, I’d come to understand, that the best thing for me to do right now, is, just zip it up.
Finally, as I saw her off into the school, I’d stated, “mom believe you are, able to decide correctly for yourself, breakfast, or not breakfast!”
I can even, give, the correct answer, and then, justify my claims of why my answer is correct, and yet, no matter how perfect I’d, argued my case, it won’t, do a thing for my daughter, because it’s not the answer she’d found by herself. The only thing I can do, is to give her room, to discover, to hit, for her to, persuade herself, at the same time, having the faith, that she is, able to, persuade herself.
Turns out, what’s harder in caring for our young, is letting them go, to allow them, to make their own, choices in life.
In the evenings as she came back home, she took out the packed breakfast box. I took a look, nothing’s inside. She stuck out her tongue and told me, “I was so hungry, and so, I couldn’t help, but eat it.”
Maybe, these lessons of our young, rather than, drying up our own tongue, why not, allow their, rumbling stomachs, to teach them what’s correct.
And so, this, is how a child learns, that her mommy’s, right (and of course, us mommies, are ALWAYS and FOREVER right!), but for our young to understand that we ARE right, sometimes, we need to, stop worrying about them, to just, let go, and let them touch the FIRE, so they get burned, and that hurt register inside their brains, OUCH! It’s hot, and I shouldn’t touch, like this mother did, for her own young, to LEARN, that HER mother, is R-I-G-H-T!!!