Out of the mouths of babes
If you ever want to know what you sound like, forget about recording yourself speak just listen to your children. It’s uncanny how their little brains process and store information but even scarier still is the way they quote you when you least expect it.
My boys are four and two years old and they crack me up. Sometimes I have to turn my face away from them to rearrange my features from a smile and school them into an appropriate telling-off face so they don’t think I’m joking.
EDU, the two-year old, sometimes tells me in an exasperated tone “Mum, you’re giving me a headache”! WEO, his older brother, is quite often heard sighing, “Lord, give me strength.”
Hearing them regurgitate mine and their father’s words every now and again reinforces a home truth to me. Children hardly ever do as you as say but will almost certainly say as you say and do as you do. It makes me realise how strong an influence I wield over them and how responsible I am for how they’ll turn out.
I appreciate that there are innumerable variables that will affect their behaviour however my role as primary care giver accounts for a large percentage of those variables. Since I can’t vouch for any of the variables out there or count on them to deliver the example I would like my boys to follow, the onus lies on me to be the best template of decorum and good behaviour.
I would like my boys to grow into courteous, respectful and respectable young men but if I don’t exhibit any of these traits, pigs might indeed fly. It’s not enough for me to want it, I must model the lifestyle I wish them to lead in my daily dealings with them, their father and everyone around me.
It is an onerous responsibility and definitely no walk in the park so here’s a little ditty I wrote to ask for some divine intervention.