My son Colin is pretty damn smart. I’m not just saying that; his teachers and the tests have confirmed it. But book smarts only buy you so much in the world. You need (among other things) street smarts too. He’s a little lacking in that category.
See, he has a little problem pointing out all of the errors that people make. Including his parents. Including his friends. Including other classmates. Including his teachers. And he’s not very subtle about it.
On a recent progress report, his teacher noted that Colin “needs to focus on himself and learn to not point out the mistakes that his classmates and teachers make.” After I died laughing, I texted a picture of the evaluation to my husband. And then we both peed our pants and blamed each other for our son’s behavior. (Clearly, this behavior comes from my husband. CLEARLY.)
All laughter aside, I know that I need to help my son with this challenge. He’s going to make enemies fast. The fact that he’s the tallest kid in the class is only going to protect him for so long.
So, shortly after that report card, I sat him down to discuss the evaluation and give him some advice. We discussed how it doesn’t feel very good when other people point out whenever we do things wrong. We discussed techniques for keeping your trap shut when someone else does something incorrectly (unless that someone is about to get hurt). I shared my own struggles and techniques as well.
These lessons I imparted may or may not have stuck; it’s sometimes hard to tell. So I also check in with my son from time to time to see how things are going. And that’s where this short conversation comes in…
Me (nonchalantly): Hey, Colin. How’s that thing going? You know, that thing we talked about? (He doesn’t like certain words and topics so we dance around them to avoid meltdowns.)
Colin (clearly exasperated): “Okay. I guess…”
Me: “Remember what we talked about? How Mommy deals with it?”
Colin: “YES, Mom.”
Me: “So is it working?”
Colin: “What did you say again?”
Me: “Well, I told you that when someone says something wrong, I just take a deep breath and ignore it. I don’t say anything at all.”
Colin: “I know. But it’s SOOOOOOO HARD!”
Me: “I know it is, buddy. I have a hard time too.
Colin: “I bet. ‘Cuz Daddy makes A LOT of mistakes!”
Colin wasn’t wrong there, but I took a deep breath and kept my mouth shut anyhow.
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Oh, man, too funny. Love that the teacher sent home a note about it. The line in preschool that I still use to this day is (in this case): “Colin worry about Colin.” It doesn’t always work but it makes a good point. (P.S. I’ve been a little MIA lately. Struggling to keep up – it’s the kids last week of school.)
Yes. That’s another line we say over and over. And over. And over…
Poor Colin. I can only imagine how hard it is to filter your comments. He’ll make an excellent blogger one day, and have an endless supply of material from your husband 🙂
I can’t wait to read his blog!
HAHAHHA…
My younger son is much the same. He’s very smart. He’s kind. He’s also very quick to point out other people’s mistakes. I’ve tried to explain to him how unattractive that is..
So far, it hasn’t helped.
Yes, Colin is such a nice kid. He (and I’m sure your son too) doesn’t mean anything by it. He genuinely thinks he’s helping people. Because why would you want to be wrong?
Hahaha, I remember struggling with the same problem as a kid. I think that’s why I write now…you can say almost anything you want, and if you can’t, you make up a character that says it for you.
Exactly. EXACTLY that.
Love this. I too blame all of my kids’ genetic malfunctions on my husband. It’s only fair 🙂
It’s always my husband’s fault. (Except this one. He might get this one from me.)
HA HA HA! Out of the mouth of babes!
They definitely keep us entertained…
HA! Kids say the darnedest things, don’t they?
They do. (Thank goodness.)
My oldest son is exactly like this. This is our daily struggle. He doesn’t see it as pointing out errors though, but helping. My son has Asperger’s though, so I guess it’s not exactly like your situation and yes, meltdowns are inevitable.
My son sees it as helping too. He doesn’t understand why anyone would want to be wrong. I guess I see his point.
So, you’re saying we’re raising the same kid, huh? Seriously. This is the Boy. So much. We’ve been working on it, but he struggles to keep those lips pressed shut.
Can’t. Stop. Criticizing.
I just need to give him a blog. That’s what I do.
You are posting too much. It is making me look bad.
#It’sAllAboutMe
Okay. I’ll stop. #itISallaboutyou
My kid thinks if he grimaces when he points our the errors of others and makes a little chucking noise, followed with a “just thought you’d want to know,” it’ll somehow make it okay.
Maybe our kids should form a support group.
BAHAHAHAHA! My kids were kind of like that. More with us than anything. My oldest wanted to be liked too badly to do it and my youngest was just very shy. I would hear about it when they got home!