August 25, 2011
on jumping off bridges with children
Words are powerful. How we choose to communicate with our children will form the framework through which they build their perceptions. We certainly don't control it all, but we are the primary lens through which they are peering out at the world.
Take this bridge for example.
"Let's go swimming in the river, guys, someone told me about a cool spot." I said.
That's all I said because it's all I knew. We didn't discuss the possibility of jumping off extraordinarily high bridges.
We arrived, and this beautiful river was crystal clear and bright blue green and all that you'd ever want of a river or of anything, really. We swam and floated and cheered our good fortune. We dove deep and followed the contour of the bottom looking for fish and sunken treasure.
We watched two teenagers jumping off and whooped it up when they did their stunts.
Matt went first.
And then three little kids, that I live with but don't claim to always control, were scampering up the banks, and through the brush, to the road and onto a very high bridge with only one thought before them.
Jumping.
We deferred the coaching to the two teenage boys.
And we yelled like hell when they flung themselves overboard.
Della was right there with them and wanted to fly, but we agreed on next year.
They never thought that this jumping business was optional. It was something to be done.
Had I said "there's a great bridge for jumping" they might have stewed on it and possibly fretted. I would have 'reassured' which would have given weight to their anxiety. Sometimes, in our well meant 'reassuring' we are presupposing instability or fear. That is what the child hears.
The other day I was at the grocery store with a neighbor's little boy. He was nervous and clingy. He could have ridden on the cart and stuck tight by me, but instead I gave him a mission.
"You and Lewis go find a cold, orange Gatoraide!"
He came back on fire. He was all powerful with his cold drink! He had mastered a mysterious grocery store and found himself on top.
So be careful with reassurances and gentle reminders and cautions.
Those young'uns are sprouting little wings.
It's our job to keep them full and fluffy.
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Della jumped to???? That is pretty high. My knees are a little wobbly just looking at it. Although, I have been known to jump off some pretty high Hawaiian sea cliffs in my day. That is a good reminder...full and fluffy!
ReplyDeletegreat post you free ranging mama! I agree wholeheartedly - but that bridge make my stomach turn. i can barely ride roller coasters anymore - getting old or something.
ReplyDeleteI want to jump too! Around here they give you a ticket if you jump from any of the bridges...spoil sports! xx
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ReplyDeletei'm not much for them either...they now give me vertigo..i threw up after a simple ride with della at the fair not too long ago! lame-o! but i did jump off of this and it was sorta scary. plus there were about 20 cyclists on the bridge watching me....DID NOT HELP!
wow, wow, and wow :). Me and heights have an agreement. I stay the hell away and it won't bother me :). Though I love the message you send here. So important that kids learn to trust themselves, and know that we trust that they trust themselves.
ReplyDeletexx oo
Great story. I'm having a hard time with this one right now - my 18 month old is seeking more and more independence, and I'm trying to encourage and protect at the same time. The balance is still tough for me.
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