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Wednesday – Small Crimes and Small Minds
Mar. 4th, 2009 03:18 pm.
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Part of my little boy's therapy right now if for me to tell him at the end of each day which of his actions made me proud, and which disappointed me.
When you are a child, you hate to disappoint your parents. Even as a teenager, I found being grounded a far softer punishment than having my father look at me sadly and say, "I am very disappointed in you." I could gripe and feel indignant about being grounded. His disappointment cut to the bone though, and made me feel as tiny as one of the thimbles or little bobbins of thread in my mother's sewing supplies. Please, anything but disappointment.
One memory of my mother's disappointment still haunts me.
( Sometimes you know better, but still need a reminder. )
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Part of my little boy's therapy right now if for me to tell him at the end of each day which of his actions made me proud, and which disappointed me.
When you are a child, you hate to disappoint your parents. Even as a teenager, I found being grounded a far softer punishment than having my father look at me sadly and say, "I am very disappointed in you." I could gripe and feel indignant about being grounded. His disappointment cut to the bone though, and made me feel as tiny as one of the thimbles or little bobbins of thread in my mother's sewing supplies. Please, anything but disappointment.
One memory of my mother's disappointment still haunts me.
( Sometimes you know better, but still need a reminder. )
