I
grew up fighting with my siblings, especially the brother closest in age to me:
hair pulling, karate fighting, wrestling and the usual shoving and
fighting. I won’t mention the time I
threw a high heel at him and cracked his head open (I think I was 9 and he 8,
he still has a scar) or the time I hit my sister over the head with a very
thick book in the library, I managed to make a poor elderly man standing nearby
jump from the “bang!”.
So
how I thought I could raise my kids not to fight, I have no idea. I don’t mind them play wrestling or
pretending to karate fight each other.
But my older three, especially both the boys can drive me slightly mad
with their squabbling, arguing and occasionally getting physical with each
other. I can live with that and I can do
the usual routine of time outs, reasoning, sending to different rooms,
occasionally shouting over them and even telling them to go away and argue
somewhere else.
What
I really can’t stand is when we are at someone else’s home or have guests or
are out together and they start fighting:
“I
had the remote first”
“He
stepped on the back of my shoes”
“I
wanted to sit there”
“He
burped at me” (oh. my. days.)
They
completely forget where they are, or who else is there. They are not shy or embarrassed at all. Sometimes I just despair thinking my kids are
mini barbarians and everyone else’s seem to sit there quietly. I know that’s not true, but everyone elses kids seem to have
enough sense to fight when everyone is not watching them at least.
That
was until a few weeks ago I went into my local supermarket and saw a sister
wearing niqab (the face veil) with her three early teen boys. Of course I am as susceptible to stereotypes
as anyone else and I have an image in my mind of sisters who wear niqab being
better Muslimah’s than myself. With this
goes a belief that they must be amazing mothers and must be raising their children
as exemplary Muslims. I know it might
not necessary be true and that these sisters are just human like the rest of
us, but the stereotype is there.
This
sister turned around to tell her boys to behave and stop squabbling. She then turned the corner and went around
the aisle. The next thing I saw was them
karate kicking each other by the chcoclate digestives. I was a bit
incredulous, I thought my boys were the only one who did that randomly in the
shopping mall or supermarket. I have to
say it got me thinking, if this sisters kids did it, maybe I’m not doing such a
terrible job after all. Although I hope mine
are not still doing it when they are teenagers.
So
Lesson No.1 in the Good Parenting Guide: let your kids wallop each other in the
supermarket, it makes me feel better.
I’m
going to have so much fun writing this series insh’Allah J
I have to admit I actually laughed out loud at the comment about the boys karate chopping each other.
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ReplyDeleteI loved this post! Thanks for sharing. I have two boys who seem programmed to be constantly play-fighting which regularly turns into something more serious, and they don't care where they are. Of all the behaviour exhibited by my children this is the one that I get judged negatively for, even though I think it's normal. Though I have to admit like you it does sometimes drive me mad!