Posts Tagged ‘Maturity’

Today I Passed, Tomorrow Is Yet Unwritten

May 8, 2015

One of the biggest tests of maturity is not giving into the temptation to believe the lie that you were about to draw a line in the sand over “general principles,” when the truth of the matter is you were about to act like a jerk just because you were feeling peevish.

Made You Say It! (Part Two)

January 30, 2015

It was right after one of those “I don’t want YOU!” outbursts had prompted me to seek my fortune in another room of the house, that L. followed me and, in a dazzling display of four-year-old audacity, asked, “Will you get me a cookie?”

“Oh!  So now you want me!  Now you need me, don’t you?” I sneered.

Unsure what was happening here, my son tentatively asked me again, “Will you get me a cookie?”

Say you need me first!” I chortled.  “Say you need your Daddy!”

“No,” he pouted.

I remained unmoved.  “Then no cookie for you!” I crowed, “because you need me to get you a cookie . . . now say it!”

Thus outmaneuvered and defeated, say it he did.  He giggled a lot as he said it, but he still said it, and I am never going to let him forget that he did!  All in all a single cookie is a small price to pay for that kind of triumph.

And between you and me, immature or not, it felt pretty good too.

Made You Say It! (Part One)

January 29, 2015

My maturity level is starting to drop again.

With most of the household still at least somewhat under the weather, I’m definitely starting to feel the strain.  Physically I’m fine, but (to put it mildly) serene I am not.  The main reason for this is my son’s current habit of proclaiming in voice for all of Heaven and Earth to hear that “I don’t want YOU!!!” at moments throughout the day and night both random (like when I’m just walking by) and insultingly deliberate (like when I’m asking him if there’s anything I can do to help him).

You want your Mom, son.  I get it.

But sometimes I’m all you’ve got.

Maturity “As Needed” Is All I Need Anyway

January 27, 2015

Annnd today everything I wanted to do, along with several things I thought I “needed” to do, have been tabled to let the unwell and immobile rest while I send those in a terrible mood to their room as needed.  (Remarkably similar procedures, come to think of it.)

I have now balanced out yesterday.

We Then Told The Other Housemate, Who Promptly Proclaimed Her Hatred For Us Both

October 22, 2013

Sign of maturity:  When you find something unpleasant floating in a cup of coffee that had been left out overnight, you do not take a picture and send it to your housemates.  You simply clean the cup.

Sign of the current limits of said maturity:  After thoroughly cleaning the cup, however, you do consider telling your housemates about what you found, just not telling them which cup it was.

Sign of maturity:  You do not actually do this.

Proviso:  Intentionally.

Sign of maturity:  You are mildly horrified to realize that as you are in the process of telling this story to one of your housemates, she has poured herself a fresh cup of coffee and commented that, “This coffee taste’s different, good, but different.”

Sign of the current limits of said maturity: Despite your horror, you manage to casually tell her, “Maybe that’s because the cup you’re using is the cup I was telling you about.”

Sign that maturity is overrated:  She favors you with a truly delighted smile and says, “I thought it tasted nutty!”

Thus Was Born “The Caffeine Initiative”

October 2, 2013

This morning it occurred to me that “maturity” is less a trait for me, and more a series of behavioral protocols which, largely depending on how awake I am, may or may not be in force at any given moment.

I’m Just Asking For A New Label

June 5, 2013

I just want to say that while I know what they’re trying to say, I wince every time I hear someone calling a fantasy series where brutal political murder is commonplace a “mature” series.  I’m not knocking the genre, but if something depicts behavior that I’d be horrified by the thought of children emulating, I don’t feel it deserves to have the label of “mature” anywhere near it.

Clearly I Need More Practice

June 12, 2012

Lately L’s mother has been correctly reminding me that I need to start moderating some of my impulses for humor in the same manner I’ve been moderating my language around L.  He’s definitely at the imitative stage now, but not necessarily at the stage where he can differentiate between “kidding” and “not kidding,” so I do need to be careful.

So I’m not going to make any joke about what I did today, which was unintentionally force somebody to slam on their brakes while driving.  It was one of those situations where I needed to make a right turn onto a road, and was doing my best to judge oncoming traffic, saw my window, and took it . . . and realized once I had committed myself that the person I was turning in front of was speeding and I had much less time than I thought.

For that, sir, I truly and without humor apologize.  It was not my intent to force you to hit your brakes, nor was it my intent to show you any disrespect as you were clearly my elder.  The gesture you made was unclear, but I want you to know that I understand completely the impulse to flip me off, though I doubt I would have indulged that impulse myself had our positions been reversed.

. . .

Though if I had indulged, I would have made sure you knew it instead of leaving you to wonder if that had merely been an uncontrollable twitch or if you simply had forgotten which finger you were supposed to use.