"Oh what well-behaved children you have!" The older couple beamed as they complimented my parents. My seven siblings and I smiled and sat at the extended restaurant table, quiet as mice and cleaning our plates. Our parents swelled with pride, which spilled over onto our heads and increased when the nice older couple paid for our dinner (not a small bill). We continued our meal in obedient silence and went on our merry way, secure in the knowledge that the public viewed us as "well-behaved children."
What the world did not see, behind the scenes, was the pain and relationship dissolving trauma that caused all of those young children to sit so still and behave so well. Nowadays it worries me when I see young children who seem lifeless with no desire to wiggle, run, or jump. And it's not necessarily because the parents are abusing them. My kids' generation is growing up attached to screens and devices with the tenacity of a growth or external organ, and all in the name of parents' pursuit to get their offspring to sit still. Even though we didn't have electronic devices back then, correct and proper behavior was expected of us at all times, and we knew the consequences of cutting loose or causing the old folks any embarrassment.
I had lots of expectations and ideas about children's behavior before I had kids. Then in 2015 I was blessed with a wonderful, talented, beautiful daughter, with the energy of ten thousand suns. One year after that I was immeasurably blessed with a second daughter, brimming with the force of the universe. My son is not yet big enough to tear the house apart, but I expect he will be soon enough. My children are happy, friendly, talented, imaginative, and resourceful. They just are that way naturally--I did not train them to be. And they are also that way because I make sure they are free to be wild.
Here is a litany of comments I have received from friends, relatives, and the public.
"You don't spank your kids enough!"
"Why don't they sit still?"
"What is wrong with your children?"
"Gotta beat them kids!"
But far more often, this is what I get:
"Wow your children are so smart!"
"Your kids are so nice and friendly."
"Your daughter asks the best questions in class."
"Your girls have the fire and drive that will make them succeed in life!"
"Your kids are so positive."
"How do your kids make friends so easily?"
These comments are music to the ears of a mom who sometimes is beside herself to redirect the boundless energy of her progeny into productive channels. Here is an excellent article (among many) explaining practically why young children shouldn't sit still. But the temptation still exists to court the approval of the grandparents and great-grandparents and random old people in Costco that I don't even know. The world is changing and my generation is jumping on board the train of understanding children's psyche and the fact that their development is more important than our pride. I have two basic rules: Don't break things, don't hurt each other. While other moms at the parks are freaking out seeing my girls scaling cliffs and climbing trees, I am enjoying watching them attain new heights and learn new skills. While the baby boomer in the aisle of Walmart scowls in disapproval, I am enjoying watching my 5 year old twirl her costume dress in circles and sing "I Love You, You Love Me, We're a Happy Family!"
When they are grumpy and tired or throw a fit in public (it doesn't happen very often), I do my best to swallow my pride and acknowledge that my children are young humans who haven't learned to bottle up their feelings yet or express them wholly with words, and although the behavior might be unacceptable it's a learning and growing experience for all of us. Me getting mad will only make the situation worse and model behavior I don't wish them to exhibit. Children learn by watching, you know.
Let's stop labeling normal childish behavior as naughty, or "bad", or give it a label like ADHD. (Let me repeat, normal behavior. Some kids really do have ADHD.) Let's stop listening to the naysayers who try to tear down your kids or complain about theirs.