Bully
When in first grade a classmate started to demand change from students during recess, many of us surrounded the bully and cowed him into giving up his routine. It was not until middle school until I saw people try and bully others. By then it took a different flavor, but I felt like it lost all the power and mystic that it could have taken had it been rife in grade school when minds are more wont to fear.
So imagine my interminable shock when facing the prospect that my six month old baby could be a bully? Is this even possible? Well, the report from daycare was that she has a nasty habit of pulling the hair of her playmates. Sure, innocuous indeed, hardly any intent thereby. But I fear her developing a lack of empathy for the crying playmate if she is capable of this sort of a thing. Too much of a deal I make of this, of course, but it's my job to worry about these things more than you would. This is my child. Immediately I thought of the fury I would have if I learned my baby had her hair being pulled by someone else's baby. Not at these rates!
It's really absurd to try and reprimand her, she simply lacks the capacity to understand. However, we're going to try and get Sonya used to petting the cats without making them run away. Grabbing is a seemingly innate instinct here, which is to be expected, but we're going to have to accelerate the learning of letting go of that grip. Lisa tells me I am to blame too, for allowing Sonya to tug my hair. It doesn't bother my thickly woven follicles one bit, but I imagine those little tykes with a few strands got a real surprise out of Sonya. So, no more games with my hair. And we'll work on getting her to treat the cats right. Something tells me these are all foolhardy ideas, but I'm going to at least make an effort.
It's an incredible image; my daughter, the six month old bully!
So imagine my interminable shock when facing the prospect that my six month old baby could be a bully? Is this even possible? Well, the report from daycare was that she has a nasty habit of pulling the hair of her playmates. Sure, innocuous indeed, hardly any intent thereby. But I fear her developing a lack of empathy for the crying playmate if she is capable of this sort of a thing. Too much of a deal I make of this, of course, but it's my job to worry about these things more than you would. This is my child. Immediately I thought of the fury I would have if I learned my baby had her hair being pulled by someone else's baby. Not at these rates!
It's really absurd to try and reprimand her, she simply lacks the capacity to understand. However, we're going to try and get Sonya used to petting the cats without making them run away. Grabbing is a seemingly innate instinct here, which is to be expected, but we're going to have to accelerate the learning of letting go of that grip. Lisa tells me I am to blame too, for allowing Sonya to tug my hair. It doesn't bother my thickly woven follicles one bit, but I imagine those little tykes with a few strands got a real surprise out of Sonya. So, no more games with my hair. And we'll work on getting her to treat the cats right. Something tells me these are all foolhardy ideas, but I'm going to at least make an effort.
It's an incredible image; my daughter, the six month old bully!
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