While at centerparcs, I had plenty of time to think and pplwatch, sitting in 6 inches of water as Small plodged about. One of the paddling pool areas has a built in sandpit, and I got to watch a number of children interacting with their parents in this area. For some reason, one of the thing most of the children did (although not Small oddly enough) was start throwing sand about. I think all but one set of parents reacted to this.
“No Thomas/ Cassie/ Charlotte/ James, don’t throw sand.”
Good, as far as it went. But all of the children continued to throw sand. And all but one set of parents seemed to feel that their parental duty had been exercised by the recitation of the phrase. I only saw one set of parents follow up their admonition – a small boy had the sand removed from his hands after he’d been told ‘no’ by both mother and father, and was given a ball instead, thus allowing him to continue throwing things if that was what he wanted to do.
I thought about this quite a lot, not least as I had to keep dodging the thrown sand. Why were all these highly committed parents so completely incompetent in this area, and did they realise what they were actually teaching their offspring? It seemed to me that not only were they allowing the sand to be flung about with gay abandon (it may be that they didn’t think that this was really a problem, and that’s certainly up for discussion too), but they were also teaching the kids that no doesn’t mean no, or only sometimes, and the best thing to do is just continue with whatever you’re up to, as you’ll probably get away with it anyway. And it seems to me that that is a far more significant lesson.




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