I cannot be the only one…who wonders about the amount of influence the people who spend time with my child will have on the type of person he will become as he grows. Are our children simply mimicking the uncle who tells inappropriate jokes at the dinner table and groaning like daddy when asked to take out the trash, or are our little angels picking up all of our good and (mostly) bad behaviors along their way?
There is a person in our family that is GRUMPY, grumpy about work, grumpy about traffic, and grumpy about stubbing their toe. I mean this person’s ability to grump would put Walter Matthau’s character in Grumpy Old Men to shame. Their grumpiness is easy to trigger, simple inconveniences such as a short wait at the gas station or the self-check-out at the market asking them to “wait for assistance,” can turn our crabby family member’s smile upside down for the remainder of the day.
When this cantankerous person is spending time with Sonny Boy and starts in on a prickly outburst, “Of course this would happen to me,” in response to dropping a spoon more than once, I wince and hope that Sonny Boy realizes it isn’t normal to get so riled up over such a simple hassle. I hope Sonny Boy will learn to laugh at how ridiculous it is to literally cry (or mumble expletives under your breath) over spilled milk, as opposed to tacking on this perpetually perturbed state of mind to his freshly minted personality. It is because of these testy displays by our family member that every now and again when I glimpse an act of frustration by Sonny Boy that I wonder, “is this typical five-year-old irritating behavior or thirty-five-year-old curmudgeonly behavior?”
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