..yes...it IS funny. I mostly find bad behaviour funny. Unless there's malice. The lady 'brought' it and the sprog responded in kind. I shared it because
I thought it was quite funny, and then the conversation went a diff direction.
What a rubbish teacher, @Nmlee
Lumpen use of language. March hares aren't real either, are they not? Nature IS the magic and seasons have their reasons and Santa, if you are not coming from a theological perspective, is a symbol for a solstice and a season. Some crave space to move in, some crave boundaries to feel in control of and then other people have to agree those boundaries too. It's easier to close things down, isn't it? Much more demanding of nervous and intellectual energy, leaving doors ajar, and some go -slam! All tidy now!
I'll never applaud it, though I thought it was a funny exchange, in the instance of the train, and one understands it might sometimes proceed from a place of personal sadness and disappointment.
Parenting....it is scary. They're people and a person is a world entire. Does it get less scary? Well, it's ghastly, the times you can't protect them, and fledging is the ciritical time, I found, almost more than the teens. But they rise more and more into their own unique strength, hopefully, and that's what a parent can try and help them to do. I love the word encourage. En- courage. To strengthen their arm and feed their courage.
Mine are 32 and 23. The one who didn't make it would now be 25. It's hard to believe that sometimes, never mind totally real Easter bunnies
We will be judged by our children and no matter what you do @Rich.
and you are clearly an utterly devoted parent, sometime you will get it WRONG. You will either be feeble and inadequate or the bully baddie, and that'll essentially be the choice, oh joy.
I have got it wrong. You bet. Every parent gets it wrong sometime; that's our place, in the wrong, no shirking it, and when they're older, maybe they'll forgive us for the times we didn't get it right, because they can now see, as they couldn't when they were little, we're people too, and if we're lucky, and because we love them
so much, and they know it, they'll decide they actually like
these people they are now looking at with adult eyes.