Bad Behavior from the beginning…….


It was a packed flight from Philadelphia to Phoenix.  The second of three legs to Sacramento.  My day started 3 hours earlier in Providence, Rhode Island.  I’m a big man 6.4 over 300 pounds wedge into a airline seat designed for someone under 5.10 under 170 pounds.

The man sitting in front of me in 33C , is riding my knees.  I was too tired to unscrew his head from his body.  So I tolerated it.   At one point my knees became his bouncy house, at this point I’d  reached my limit, and said Hey, knock it off!   He unbuckled his seat belt and stood up “your knees are killing me”  I gestured look at me?  and said there is an empty seat next to you.    The man was 5.6 maybe 140 pounds..

A patient woman appeared and I watched as she took him to the front of the plane and  to the rear of the plane and finally to row 33 and she pointed to seat B.

 

When does poor or bad behavior start?

We were in a supermarket and there were some balls in a large cylinder.  A four year boy was bouncing the ball and his mother told him to take it back.  The boy ignored his mother and kept bouncing the ball in line.  A large family entered and the young boy seemed to be trying to get the attention of the boys waiting with their parents.  Out of nowhere he threw the ball and hit one of the boys. The ball bounced off the boy behind the family.   The young boy threw the ball again at the boys and the mother caught it.     Gimmie, Gimmie , the boy screamed, throwing a tantrum.     I wanted to intervene but it wasn’t my place.   His mother left the line and returned with another ball.  The family inline was shocked and angry.  “Why did you give him another ball?”  the woman asked?

He is high strung and he wont do it again.   He stared at the boys in line and started to throw the ball.  He mother grabbed the ball and he hit her and ran toward the boys and spit at them.  The family left the line.    Has his mother held onto the ball.he hit her and demanded candy.     I went outside.

Through the years he had bad reputation.  He wasn’t welcome at many family gatherings.  He had trouble at school.  Fought with teachers and students.  His professional family showered him with expensive sneakers, and other expensive gifts.

I didn’t see him again until he was about 12 and 13. It was a picnic.   He would take a bite of food and it didn’t please him he would spit it out and drop it on the ground.   Many adult spoke to him and his parents about his behavior.   The parents were clearly embarrassed but not enough to parent.   His dad left the picnic and returned with Taco Bell.  Throughout the day the young boy  was the center of many fights and would spit on various people at the picnic.

By the time he was sixteen, he was tossed out high school, for being combative.

On one outing with my children he had a tantrum and threaten to hit me.  I grabbed him in took him into a restroom.  In the restroom, he attempted to spit on me!

I lost it…….

Two years later he went to jail…..   I am told for assault.

As an adult, he has physically attacked his parents, girlfriends and others.  The system knows him.

He is now approaching his fourth decade and his brothers tells me, I am the only older person who has ever disciplined him.

I’ve always wondered when does bad behavior begin.  Not every child who was a terror becomes terrible adults.   I don’t subscribe to physical violence as the go to ,raise a child.  I do believe in guidance,my children are not my friends they are my children!  Who should have their own friends.

Rasing children is not for the faint of heart.  If you doing it correctly, there will be days that your children don’t like you and you don’t like them.   Your not a terrible person, your just a normal parent.  But Parent you must!   They need your guidance.  Kindness, Respect, Tolerant, patience and all of those have  to come from you, your children take their life’s cues from you. Not the teachers or a friend or stranger.   If you are not kind, respectful,patient don’t be surprised if your children aren’t.

Some bad behavior  began at home.

CityFella

Published by CityFella

Moved to the Big Tomata in the nineties from San Francisco. No Suburbs for me with its single colored houses and lawns and the excitement of pulling out my trash can once a week. I'm a CityFella , a part time New Yorker. I'm happiest in the Center City where people the streets and people are alive. I'm still waiting to buy a 34th floor condo somewhere downtown/Midtown with a nightclub. "Hurry I'm old" My politics are somewhere in the middle with a needle that constantly moves. I'm too liberal to be a Republican and too conservative to be a Democrat. Everything interests me . I've come to love Sacratomato, Its a nice town in cheap sensible shoes .

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