When I was a kid, my parents never left us home alone. While dad was at work, we went with our mother every where she went. If it was to get the oil changed, the grocery store or the mall, we went with our mom. We also knew how to behave when we went out into public. I was constantly hearing things like “look with your eyes, not your hands” or “That’s not meant to be picked up” or “Your fingers don’t have eyes in them.” The thing about those statements is we knew what they meant and they had teeth. We knew what would happen if we disobeyed them. When we were out in public, I have very distinct memories of people coming up to my parents and commenting to them about what well behaved children we were. When this happened, I remember feeling really good and proud and the pride my parents felt. If we were actually granted permission to pick something up, we were also expected to put the item back where we found it and if something else was messed up in the aisle we were to put that back as well. The old adage of leave it better than you found it always applied.
Now that I’m a parent, I remember my childhood and I have expectations that what I experienced should be the same for my children. Apparently I’m wrong in this expectation. I go to the store and it amazes me the chaos I see from children. Parents no longer have control over them. They run through the aisles unattended without a thought from the parent that there is anything wrong with that. A lot of times, a parent is not even accompanying them. It’s almost as if the toy aisle is deemed as their personal toy box. My children are not left unattended but as hard as I try to have expectations of good behavior, they, too, have “Hands-On-Itis.” I do not recall one time a person stopping me to tell me how impressed they are by my kids well behaved manners. Again, I do not want to paint a picture that my kids are out of control chaotic demons. By todays standards, I would have to say that they are probably better than most but not angels.
To keep consistent with my blog format I have made an observation of something that may have over time been partly responsible for ill behaved children in the store. I know, I know, I can’t hold any one thing responsible. I believe it’s just one thing amid a myriad of many that is contributing to the delinquency of our children and causing them to not know how to properly conduct themselves. The sad thing is, it’s not our kids fault either. Parents, when you read below the evil device in which I reference, you will sit back and you will go “Ahhhhh, I think this guy is on to something here.” When I was a kid, I do not remember this device being in existence. Like many things in my life, I can say that when I was a child, me and my friends had to use our imagination. In so many aspects of my children’s lives today, they have no need for imagination. Before I tell you what this device is, I ask any of you who may have kids, grandkids, nieces, nephews or an association to any children you may have cause to take to the store, to take a trip with me down today’s version of the toy aisle. Picture yourself standing there in that noise, mayhem and mess of an aisle and focus in on one little thing commonly found in the toy aisle today. I give you the “Try Me" button. Yes people, the “Try Me" button. How can children resist the power these 2 words, noise and lights have over them. I don’t blame them. I tell you people, it’s a fight we can not win.
So I say to you all, good luck the next time you have to go to the store. You’re going to need it.
Brinx