I simply cannot stand whining or the sound of a blubbering child, adolescent, or an adult for that matter! This was most evident, when, as a young camp counselor, one of the 5 year olds fell- skinning their knee- I checked them out, after all, I am the one with the band-aids. “When I fall down…my mommy always gives me a popsicle….” was the child’s response to me.
I couldn’t imagine backing myself into a corner of ‘always’ as a parent- that is too restricting. My grandmother was an Appalachian bad ass and would have flipped over this child’s answer– and more so– the mommy! She always preached the ‘if you don’t make a big deal, they won’t make a big deal,’ approach to childhood injuries. Sound advice to live by in modern times for sure.