“You can stand here and pout until the end of the class if you wish to do so,” I tell the little boy, “but that’s not going to get you anywhere.” He stomps his foot, crosses his arms in front of his chest and puffs up his cheeks, ready to … I am not sure what.
“The only way you are going to enjoy yourself is by changing your mind and agreeing to share the red truck with Tyler.” I turn away and busy myself with the other children, keeping one secret eye on the little boy, my favorite little boy in the whole room if truth be told. I so want to melt and discard my own rules, and I so understand his frustration today, with Tyler being somewhat unreasonable and not playing the game the way it’s supposed to be played. But I can’t bend on this one–his heart is involved.
And pouting only hardens the heart. It makes it justified in its complaint, and it makes it sick to the core.
And my life experience knows that regardless of our age, we all have to learn which tools are useful in life, and which ones are not.
Pouting doesn’t belong in anyone’s tool belt. It won’t get anyone anywhere. Actually, it gets us far from where we want to be.
Pouting is a mirror that tells the story about what goes on in your head. It is a declaration of sorts. It says, “It’s my way or I just won’t play.” It says, “My way is the only one that matters.” It actually says, “I am so much more important than you.”
S0, no, little boy, I am not going to let you pout. Because I know that as your feet move in a different direction, your heart is eventually going to follow. That’s just how we are made.
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