This week’s been all about those seven capital letters
belted out by Aretha Franklin – R.E.S.P.E.C.T.
My biggest fear before becoming a parent was losing the
respect of my own children but I didn’t expect this to kick in until their
teens.
However, it was becoming increasingly evident while
reprimanding Master Seven that I was losing it sooner. The wide-eyed silent
mimicking was the dead-giveaway.
Time for Operation Respect.
“From now on,” I told him. “You are going to learn to be
respectful. Every time you are disrespectful, I am taking away something you
love until you 'get' it.”
“But what is respect Mummy?” he asked.
“Ah …” Actually that one’s kind of hard to explain without
using the word ‘respect’ itself. By default I decided he could learn by trial
and error.
“Every time you’re disrespectful, you will know because I’m
taking away one of your Trash Packs, and every time you’re respectful, you’ll
get it back.”
For some reason he just loves those Trash Packs. To me they
are the stupidest toys ever invented. They don’t do anything except sit there
looking ugly. And, if they come with slime in them – a bonus apparently, they
can be a parent’s worst nightmare. Master Seven once decided to ‘interact’ with
them and smeared green slime around his room to create an effect. I discovered
it when I went to turn out his light one night and put my hand in the goo on
his light switch.
I spent the next day while he was at school scrubbing dried
green goo off all the surfaces, only to find it back again that night.
But I digress. Respect starts at the top
and is a witnessed and learned behaviour. But that one word encompasses many
aspects: respecting people’s property, feelings, opinions, space, themselves
and did I say respecting one’s mother ?! My boy had a lot to learn and he was
losing his trash pack collection like there was no tomorrow.
But it turned out Master Seven had that word coming at him
from all directions: one day this week I was mother helping in his class when I
heard the teacher mention the word ‘respect’ at mat time. I swung around and
caught his eye and he flashed a sheepish grin. He’d known all along.
It’s early days and I think we’re making slow but steady
progress but I hope it sinks in soon – those trash packs lining my dressing
table are looking god-damn awful.
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