Tuesday, February 10, 2009
I don't know when the sense of entitlement starts with our little blessings from God. But around the age of two to three the, "mine" starts coming out of their precious little mouths. Whatever they have touched, played with, looked at, thought about, you name it, it is theirs. The cry goes up in the house and everyone cringes.
It is never a calm and quiet, "excuse me please, but I believe that could belong to me." The "mine" is yelled and usually accompanied with tugging and knocking down the offending person who had the nerve touch their stuff. I thought this would be over by the time my children reached the age of five or six. But alas, no. The teenager doesn't want the middle child to touch his stuff. The middle child doesn't want his sister to touch his stuff. The sister doesn't want the middle child to touch her stuff. They will also claim "spots". You are sitting in my spot. I was sitting there first. All that junk. The only one in our house who is mostly unaffected by all this is Cooper, who has Aspberger's Syndrome and quite simply could not care. Except if you touch his blanket, then it's on. No one touches the blankie. It is his only security, so he has the right to protect it.
If you have an only child, then you may be the one fighting for your stuff. Kids think they have the right to your stuff, and they are sneaky. If something is missing in your house, check out their room, ten bucks says you find it.
So when does the battle cry go up in your house? What is the perfect spot or toy that is fought over? Let me know.
God bless you and yours.