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Monday, August 20, 2012

Authority

Would you argue with that face?

What is it about some people?
They can walk into a room and you know, instantly, that they are a force to be reaconed with.
Growing up, my Dad was like that.
He had a terrific sense of humour.
But if he ever cleared his throat and gave you that blue-eyed stare.
You ran for cover.
And it wasn't even as though there was a threat of violence.
Although his knuckle, properly applied to the top of one's head, could roll your eyes around a bit.
Nope.
He just had 'it'.
Dad was the family disciplinarian.
Oh, Mom tried.
She did a lot of talking.
Actually got quite animated.
But it was Dad who was instantly obeyed.
And it carried forward into the next generation.
Allow me to illustrate . . .
My Husby and I had gone out for the evening.
Our (then) three boys were being cared for by my parents.
It had been a fun time for them.
Games with Gramma and Grampa.
TV.
Supper.
And then, bedtime.
Gramma bathed them.
Dressed them in clean pyjamas.
And tucked them into bed.
The youngest in a crib.
The two oldest in the double bed in the spare room.
All were told, firmly, to go to sleep.
Only the baby obeyed.
The older two laughed and giggled.
Bounced and played.
Several times, Gramma marched in.
Demanding quiet and slumber.
She was given neither.
Finally, she brought in the big guns.
She sent Grampa.
My Dad opened the bedroom door.
Two little boys turned to look at him.
“That's enough!” he said. “Sleep!”
Then he closed the door.
Silence descended.
A while later, Mom went to check on the boys.
Both were sound asleep.
But how they were asleep.
She gently closed the door and returned to the front room.
“Mark, what were the boys doing when you went to the bedroom door?”
Dad looked up and frowned thoughtfully. “I don't know,” he said.
Mom said, “Come with me.”
The two of them went back to the bedroom.
Mom opened the door once more and motioned for Dad to look.
Mark, Jr. was sitting up, leaning against the headboard.
Erik was laying on his side, propped up on one elbow.
Both were sound asleep.
Dad looked at them. “Yeah,” he said. “Like that.”
They had passed out almost the instant Dad had ordered it.
Now that's authority.

10 comments:

  1. You should can his essence. I know many many parents who would buy that.

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  2. He could have had a job with the FBI. What authority!

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    1. He'd just have to look at someone and they'd tell him EVERYTHING!!!

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  3. Oh thats funny lol
    Kids are angels and truly warm the soul

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    1. They do. And entertain you at the same time!

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  4. Diane, that is hilarious... lol. I needed a disciplinary like your dad when I was raising my oldest. I was like your mom and my oldest got away with so much. I would have loved to see her reaction with someone like your dad, too funny :)

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    1. I don't know what it was, but no one ever challenged him! I wish I had it, too!

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