Fact: Precocious kids become precocious adults
I am in a strange silly mood right now. It`s almost manicâ€¦following a particularly stressful start to the morning that consisted of juggling some huge ego`s, the FPU getting tetchy with me over the phone and a certain gentleman driving me to the point where I saw red. The horns came out :-/. They never do because I`m Miss Congeniality at work.
But, as the best friend said when she sidled into my office post-blow up, The Angry Aries wears MuiMui (which for the uninitiated is the more affordable Prada line. The Princess is penny-wise!).
So, here`s the thing. I have not spawnedâ€¦I`m not even sure it`s something I ever intend to do. But I do know that I was brought up in an environment where I was allowed to speak and act freely but – make no mistake respectfully. I was a precocious laatie. I had an answer for everything and always the centre of attention (you can tell, huh?) Wellâ€¦that precocious laaitie has become a sassy, feisty adult. The thing with sassy feisty adults (who were first precocious kids) is that somewhere along the line you have to learn the basic facts of survival:
1) Sometimes it`s better not to have an answer or opinion for everything. Shutting your mouth can be a very good thing.
2) Throwing a tantrum accomplishes nothing but the amusement of your peers. It is futile and gives you a reputation as a FDQ.
3) (and this is the important one) Pick Your Battles.
If, by nature, you were a precocious and gregarious child you will learn these rules the hard way. By knocking your head, pissing off a few people, suffering from foot in mouth disease all through your teens and moments of general Strohm und Drang. Which is all fine and wellâ€¦we have to learn that the world does not revolve around us. And if you`re a SMART precocious kidâ€¦you will learn these lessons well and realise that the people around you do not always appreciate an over-the-top, tantrum-throwing, know-it-allâ€¦
However, there are some kids who never learn this lesson. They grow up to be precocious over-indulged adults – Catberts And when a former precocious kid, turned fairly smart and very sassy adult knocks heads with a former precocious kid now turned very precocious 65-year old adultâ€¦there is only so much patience.
I am frenetic and busy by nature. Never a moments rest for this wicked lady. I have had to school myself to slow down and take stock on occasion. A huge portion of my job is human relations and people-skills and that is not achieved by having people confuse your energetic attitude with a lack of interest in their lives or jobs.
So, what am I on about?
This morning the usual cool laid-back demeanor at work went out the window for a brief second. So brief â€¦that if you had blinked you would have missed it. For my team it was very obvious though. And I had to take a step back despite the pressureâ€¦grab some coffee and a donout (even though there was no time for coffee and a donut) and take a chill pillâ€¦slow my rollâ€¦
Before I took someone`s head off. I felt that Catbert (the precocious adult) was deliberately taunting me today. Sure, he must always be the centre of attention and he is over-indulged by most of us because of his age. Sure, he does not even hide the fact that he cannot stand to be managed by a young woman. Sure , we allow his diva-like FDQ behaviour mostly by saying, Too old to change, let him do his thing. Sure, I usually let him get away with saying highly inappropriate things sometimes (this is while I`m counting back from 20 in a bid to exercise some patience and restraint)â€¦.Sure.
But this morning I drew a line in the sand. I took away Catbert`s right to be a precocious adult with ME. I wee`d in his sandbox and took away his kitty litter. Because we`re in an adult environment, where we cannot indulge one member of the team more than the other â€¦just because they`re older. Or brilliant at what they do.
Do I feel horrible about this? Absolutely. Should I resolve to stick to my gunsâ€¦Absolutely.
The Princess says, â€˜It`s time to grow up`.