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Town Crier Dave Hardesty passes on the wisdom gained from his own parental mistakes.
As a young father, I loved my children and struggled to give them what I thought they needed, often neglecting the thing they really needed, which was me.
I wasn’t a bad or abusive father, but I now recognize I should have concentrated less on physical "things" and more on their nonphysical needs, like nurturing, love, compassion, respect and, yes, discipline.
Like many, I thought that working hard for a living and providing "things" was what made a good parent.
Not only was I wrong, but my actions actually caused my children more problems in their later lives. Fortunately, I didn’t cause too much damage, as, for the most part, they are good parents. But I do see many of my bad traits in them as they deal with my grandchildren. I taught them that, and it shames me.
Not long ago, I was in the Save Mart off 11th Street to pick up some cranberry juice.
As I rounded the corner, I encountered the tail end of a screaming session from a well-coiffed mother directed toward her 9-year-old, well-groomed, red-headed son. She screamed, "If you don’t stop right now, I am going to drop you at your father’s house, and he can deal with you."
In a millisecond, I watched the happy face of this boyish imp morph into the grotesque face of hopeless despair while her thoughtless words seriously wounded his young heart and he felt the full force of her total rejection of him.
The incident brought me to tears, and I could say nothing as rage filled my heart.
Surely this mother was having a rough day, and her son’s playful antics were getting on her nerves. As a young father, I, too, had frequently been at that point.
But if she could have seen the complete hopeless despair and hurt on her young son’s face as he walked away from her toward me, she might have dropped everything she was doing, embraced him with loving arms and reconciled her love toward her son, her baby.
That didn’t happen.
Parents, please realize your children are not adults and don’t think like adults. They are in their learning stages, and most of the way they deal with others and their own children in the future is gleaned from their experiences learned from you.
Most people probably don’t remember a Kodak commercial from 1960. Being strongly moved by music, I remember it, and I would like to share something that commercial taught me over the years.
Granted, it was selling film and camera equipment, but the commercial actually sold me something that changed my grandchildren’s lives.
The commercial consisted of a collage of photographs of a young woman, all the way back to her toddler years, as she stood naked and attempted to walk out the door.
Here are the song lyrics, sang by Harry Bellefonte:
"Where are you going, my little one, little one?
Where are you going, my baby, my own?
Turn around, and you’re 2,
Turn around, and you are 4,
Turn around, and you’re a young girl going out of the door."
"Turn around, turn around, turn around and you’re a young girl going out of the door."
"Where are you going my little one, little one?
Little curls and petticoats, where have you gone?
Turn around, and you’re tiny,
Turn around, and you’re grown,
Turn around, and you’re a young wife, with babes of your own.
Turn around, turn around, turn around, and you’re a young wife, with babes of your own."
We can break the chains of abusive behavior directed at children. After they’re, gone it’s too late to change them.
• Dave Hardesty, a satellite communications engineer, is among a select group of local residents with Town Crier columns in the Tracy Press.
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