Report from the Bean Cycle
Three-year-old and his mom at the counter. A bit of a line is forming behind them as he considers what he wants. She points out that people are waiting, but not because she’s embarrassed or impatient, only as a reminder to him that they need to think of others. They step to the side with their drinks, and she shows him how to put a tip in the jar. He stretches to his limit to reach it – she watches without offering to help. As they go to a table, he says “Mom?” I think it’s a new way of addressing her, because there’s a twinkle when she says “Yes….son?” He giggles, and they pass out of my eavesdropping range.
I picture what could have been: the shaming, the taking over, the “corrections.” It’s so much easier to do it right.
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