The marvelous mushroom planet
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I actually still have this book. Somewhere. It’s in a box in the garage. On the cover it features mushrooms, aliens with big swollen heads, a professor with glasses (of course!) and a kid or two. I seem to recall that the kid is male. Harrumph. But it was a grand read. The writer wrote a whole slew of books about the mysterious Mr. Bass and the adventures he led the children to.
Why do I mention it? Because all the rain we have gotten recently has made our yard a mushroom bonanza. A short walk through the overgrown grass yields some amazing sights:
To give you an idea of just how mushroom-y the yard is, use the following picture as a guideline. In words: Take a step, and you trip over shrooms.
Because we’ve had so much rain, we have had to purchase the dotter a slicker and an umbrella. We like the slicker–a cute reddish thing with pink apples scattered all over it, from Lands End. She loves the umbrella, a Dora confection.
And there it is, that damned pixellation thing again. I think I took that one before I figured out how to set the new camera up with maximum resolution for the pics. I think. Hmm.
Anyway, onto the dotter…
So many of my commenters are going “Hooray for OmegaDotter for being sassy and flouncy!”
I am cross-eyed. Hooray? I mean, yeah, it’s all well and good that she’s got strong opinions and is willing to voice them. But dammit, I want those voicings of opinions to be mannerly (i.e., no sassing of mom and dad when they’re trying to tell you about empathy and being nice) and not mean (i.e., no “Go away! I don’t like you!”). It’s more than okay to not like someone–for heavens’ sake, we all have people we don’t like. But being casually mean to someone else is a Big No-No in OmegaMom’s life and OmegaDad’s life. You treat other people with respect and politeness until they give you reason to lose your respect.
So I’m cruisin’ the web looking at various “how to teach children empathy” pages. A large number of them are Christian-oriented, but, luckily, they avoid religious references until the end of the Good Stuff.
The reassuring thing is that many of these pages are saying–essentially–that children are heartless self-centered snotty bitches/bastards for quite a while. There I was thinking that by five years old, it was time for that empathy thang to kick in. Actually, it has–she has empathy (sometimes) for mommy and daddy and for certain very well-loved people in her life. But for folks outside that circle, the empathy factor diminishes. Okay, let’s just say it: It plummets. Precipitously. Like a stone going down a deep, dark well.
But according to all the things I’m reading, This Is Normal.
The thing is, I keep seeing all these darling little three and four year old girls who are nature-made nurse-y types, whose empathy factor overflows, who turn into teary watering pots at the sight of someone else who is hurt. Our dotter? Nope. Not a bit.
The milk of human kindness is going to take a while to instill in her. So. Repeat after me:
“Other people have feelings. You can hurt other people’s feelings. We need to be nice to other people. How would you feel if Bethany did x, y, and z? Would that be nice? Would you be happy or sad?”
And blah, blah, blah.
Oy. Parenting is hard work. This is homework, dammit! I thought that after the threes and fours, the endless repetitive litany approach to teaching something to the child was over with. Done with. Don’t we have a rational human being here in the house now? Well, yes. Sort of. But she’s a budding rational human being. You can explain to her that it’s nice to have a neat house, and she gets it. (Sometimes.) But some other things need more time, I guess.

