You’re Doing It Wrong

Written by todd on May 7th, 2012

As an adult we get the illusion we’ve got things together and we’re presenting an articulate and refined person to the world. I watch this in myself and others with great fascination and I’ve written before about things not being as they seem on the outside. But once you start raising a person who uses your façade as a blueprint, the cracks in your perfect presentation become quite glaring.

At the moment we’re seeing this in our use of the English language. I always thought I had a pretty good grasp on usage and proper diction. Our little man is teaching me otherwise.

The problem begins because we’re currently raising a little C-3P0. From the moment his bright eyes switch open in the morning until he powers down at night we receive a constant running commentary of his thoughts, feelings, musings, and discoveries. It can be cute, helpful, funny, or annoying depending on the moment, and sometimes all of those at once.

Recently it seems that the first letter of most every word is silent for our little guy. I first noticed this phenomenon whenever he would say “there you go” as it would always come out “hare you go”. The consistency seemed to suggest he’d learned it this way and heard it many times.

What idiot drops the “t” on this sentence? Who doesn’t say “there” correctly?

And then I began to listen to myself whenever I would hand him something or help him through a new discovery.

“Hare you go, little man.”

“Oh, you need help… hare you go.”

Apparently I’ve been going through life this way, wantonly ignoring that this word has a “t” on the beginning. Everyone around me has been too polite or lazy to point out my error and now my son has embraced it as correct.

Some of you are thinking “oh, he’ll grow out of that,” and you may be correct. However it ignores two further issues. 1) I didn’t grow out of it – apparently I grew into the problem. 2) the issue has now become widespread.

Needs to wash his hands? He’d like some “_oap”.

That new thing he tried the other evening which came in a bowl? That was “_oup”

Don’t want to be in the house anymore? You want to be “_utside”

What’s the perfect activity once you’re outside? How about going on the “_ _ ing” – cause that’s so cool it’s worth dropping not one, but two of the first letters!

Now my wife is not immune to this parroting problem as she spends the days at home with the little guy and he’s picked up her outbursts toward her internet based clients.

You’ve not heard sarcastic frustration done correctly until you hear “Oh my god, are you kidding me!” coming out of a two-year old.

Note that he doesn’t drop any letters when uttering this declaration. Which means that, unlike me, my wife has near perfect diction.

Of course, many of these moments have occurred behind closed doors and the irony of our parenting example goes widely unnoticed. The real sociology experiment occurs when you find yourself parenting in a way others might judge and it begs the questions “do I care?” and it’s partner in crime “should I change?”.

The boy and I went to Home Depot the other day. I used to take the dog, but since she acts like a two year old in public place and the boy actually is a two-year old I now only take them one at a time. Apparently I can’t leave the boy home alone.

Strolling into the store we grabbed a shopping cart and he quickly started repeating:
“ride the _art, ride the _art”. There’s a “c” in that word, son… oh, never-mind.

I hauled him up and placed him in the big part of the cart and he promptly sat down and held on as we rolled down the aisles. At least, he started that way.

Eventually he was standing and pointing. Leaning. Turning every direction like his ankles were a Lazy-Susan. For a while he played with the part of the basket that’s supposed to be his chair. And as he buckled the child-seatbelt – from the outside, mind you, and just for the fun of it – I noticed the diagram on the seat. It was like a little prophetic pictogram of everything he’d done for the past ten minutes. A comic-strip dedicated to what not to do. Except clip the seatbelt together… That is supposed to happen.

So the thought crossed my mind as I rolled past other children in carts and strollers while my son leaned out to pet a passing dog. “What are these folks thinking of me and my parenting skills?”. I’ve become that haggard father who stands in a daze while their child juggles fire and giggles.

“Um, sir… that’s dangerous shouldn’t you do something about that?”

“Nope. He’s happy.”

About this time little blue eyes looked up at me and grinned. He’d completed clipping the seatbelt together while he sat on the other side clipped to nothing. I reached down and unbuckled it for him again.

“hare you go, son”

“hank you Dada.”

And we continued on in our own wrong-headed, letter-missing little world.

 

2 Comments so far ↓

  1. Virginia deeken says:

    ery ood! I guess I speak that that as well. :-)

  2. Koceva says:

    Well I raised my boys alone and while in many ways that put a lot of prssruee onto me on the other hand it did mean that I didn’t have to have the sort of discussions that I *know* that my parents had after we were (supposed to be!) in bed regarding our upbringing. My parents always presented a united front to us I could give numerous examples but my brothers could never appeal to my Mother when my Father had decided something for them even though they sensed (correctly) that she didn’t entirely agree.The same was with me as regards my Father (who did favour me and my brothers didn’t mind as they were older!) if I wanted to appeal against one of my Mother’s decisions. If your compromise and strategy are working then well done you (both of you). When you ask about children’s involvement well when I was growing up our parents’ (and in particular my Mother’s who was at home most of the time) word was Law and that was that but there were discussions sometimes around the Family table in which we could all have a say. I had four boys to raise on my own and I must admit that I laid down quite strict rules and that was that but that was due to our Family circumstances we only had a two bedroomed house for instance so bedtimes had to be rigidly adhered to and they all had to go up at the same time or,later,the elder had to make sure that they crept into the bottom bunks (after the younger were old enough to move into the top ones) quietly after cubs and ,later,get up quietly in order to do their paper rounds without waking the others (or me next door!). Anyhow it all worked out and I feel that they learnt a sense of responsibility to others but and I don’t apologise for this I expected my boys to do as I asked without question most of the time from a young age and any discussion could come later and only then if there was time to have it. There is no blueprint over this to be read in a parenting book or on the internet it depends on the individual Family circumstances. Keep up the good work! Best wishes, Joan.

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