“Having a two year old is like having a blender without a lid.” Jerry Seinfeld
We recently spent time with my son’s family for Thanksgiving. Also in attendance were three dogs, the neighbor couple and their child, and a few grandmas. The additional child, age 3, brought the number of children to three.
There were also “musical” instruments for the children to play, incessantly, along with a million toys to scatter. In the background, on the large screen TV, was football, until the “guys” decided to play video race games at mega decibels in order to drown out the incessant “musical” instruments and the dogs who were still getting to know each other and vying for the barking award presented to the dog who would be the first to notice a leaf blowing across the yard. It was family time!
Did I mention that all my children are grown and gone and my house is generally quiet. I don’t even play the radio during the day. Sometimes I listen to a podcast about a gentle topic while I’m spending time in the kitchen mutilating food.
And then Rob, my brilliant two-year-old grandson, (we’re back to the family gathering) asked his mom, my daughter-in-law, if he could have a “Time Out”. It seems that Rob doesn’t know that”Time Out”is supposed to be a punishment. As the youngest of the group he uses it whenever things get overwhelming and he wants some quiet time. Mom takes him upstairs to his room and closes the door. Rob stays there until he’s ready to return to the bedlam.
I wonder if there’s such a thing as “Time Out” for adults? Actually, I think there is. It’s called meditation. Rob is, obviously, wise beyond his years. Thanks for the lesson, Rob.
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.