I won’t claim that I am psychic and I have the ability to read the mind of every child on the planet. I will claim that after observing my children, I have spent countless hours pondering the question, “What were they thinking?” After much debate, consulting mental health professionals, “real” psychics, other parents, and lots of time in my “quiet place” (a small closet under the stairs), I believe I have an answer to some of what is going on in those tiny, developing minds of theirs.
“You know, Dad just spent the last two hours cleaning the kitchen, cooking dinner, and folding all of my laundry. I know! I will wait until he gets upstairs, sits down to his computer, and gets real involved in a project, and then I’ll ask for a glass of water! After all he got one for my brother and now I want one purely for that reason!”
“I really wish my brother would quit singing that song. I’m the only one who should be singing that song. When he does it it’s just annoying. I have a solution to this problem. I’ll punch him.”
“This room is sooo drab! I have to do something about this right away. These walls are stifling my artistic and creative development. Now where did Mommy put her nail polish…”
“Dad just doesn’t understand! I have to get this picture colored right away! It has to be colored and then lost under my bed for the next three months, while I forget that it ever existed, so that when he comes in and tells me to clean my room I can find it again and realize that it is the most important picture I have ever colored!!”
“Mommy has been working so hard today. I’m going to go find a spider to give to her.”
“I really don’t have time to fold all these cloths. Thomas the Train has been complaining that I am always canceling on him, and Beary and I have not had some good one-on-one time in a long while. Wait! There’s an empty backpack hanging on the door! I know what I’ll do…”
“There’s still cake on the counter from last night! Rats! I can’t quite reach it. Hello! Here’s a large incredibly sharp knife in the sink…problem solved.”
“He sure has a lot of toys. I wish I had that many toys. I know just what to do…I’ll punch him.”
“Bedtime. I can’t think of a better time to have a philosophical debate on whether or not Power Rangers is fiction.”
“I’m in the car…there are five other humans in here with me…I suddenly have a violent urge to swing my teddy bear in wide wild arcs and probably hit someone in the eye…this is going to be fun”
“Okay, so far I have asked for a snack 27 times…I’m pretty sure the 28th time will do the trick.”
“How high was that water bill? Oh we can do better than that. Tonight I will recite the entire script to the Lego Movie while in the shower. That should push us over the $200 mark!”
“Oh she just did something that Dad told her not to do. Okay, I have a choice here: I can handle this myself or I can get Dad. Choice made, I’ll punch her.”
“Uh oh. I have to go potty. But if I go potty then my sister will get the toy I’m playing with. Hmmm. You know what, I’ve been wearing these cloths all day and they are already dirty…Yep, I’m a problem solver.”
“I am supposed to be reading until 3:00. I bet if I ask if it’s 3:00 every 30 seconds that will make 3:00 come around faster!”
Now this is by no means and exhaustive list of what could be rattling around in their brains. There just isn’t enough digital space on the planet for that. But this does give you an idea of how they view their universe and how they can impact that universe.
When you purposefully and consciously make the choice to have children you are openly admitting that you secretly have always wanted a voluntary career in construction, nursing, education, therapy, mechanics, mediation, engineering, decorating, catering… (the list just goes).
You have been warned.