This is a story from October 29, 2010. I haven’t shared it before because I have a hard time telling it without becoming too worked up.
My husband and I were shopping for last-minute Halloween stuff (candy, glue, batteries, you know – stuff) in a local discount store. Typically, in this specific store, I to go into stealth-mode and pretend I can’t hear children screaming, parents threatening, and grandparents condoning. It is a coping strategy I developed to protect my own family from on-the-spot counseling sessions. Let’s just say I could fill my caseload in 3 hours by standing at the door of this store.
Where was I? Oh yeah. . .
typically I can shut off my sensor. This day was different. From a few aisles away I could hear a baby screaming. Not the I-am-hungry/tired/bored-screaming, but TERROR. My insides started to get jumbled. I started calmly glancing down each aisle to see where the baby was. As we came to the aisle with the baby I witnessed two adults – one with a scary terrifying mask on – one laughing hysterically – standing in front of a baby (10-14 mos old.). The baby was out-of-control screaming. I could see the baby shaking as the two adults continued to scare the child with the mask. Apparently I froze. Both glanced up at me and my husband reached back for me. I was crying and could only say, “Why would someone do that?” He responded, “because they don’t know better yet.” (he’s a really smart guy)
It took everything I had to leave the store without ripping into those people (helpful – I know). And it took a few days of lecturing my husband on the effects of terror and the brain before I could move on.
Here’s the deal. Scaring a young child damages their brain. Seriously. The safety receptors in the brain are damaged and cannot be repaired. The younger a child is, the less likely we (adults) can recognize what part of the brain was actually damaged until they are much older. By that time we have forgotten what could have happened to make the child behave in such a way.
Here’s my best analogy – let’s say you have a friend who is a police officer. He dresses like a police officer, he drives a police car, he carries a gun. You feel safe knowing he is on duty. But then one day he comes to your house wearing street clothes and pointing his gun at you and laughing. The very thing that has kept you feeling safe all of these years, is now the enemy. As an adult you might forgive him or laugh it off. But I’m guessing you would question his intentions and safety. Later you may have physical reactions (sweat, flush, heart racing) when you see him or another officer. As an adult I have had 496 months of experience in coping with stress and scary situations and I’m sure the officer would not be allowed back in my house.
The baby I witnessed was young. Very few months of coping with scary situations. The baby doesn’t have the ability to choose whether those adults are around. The baby doesn’t have any choice but to trust the very person who is in charge of keeping them safe.
I wonder. How often do we use scary actions, voice-tones, words, or faces to get our point across to our children? Are we putting on a mask that we can easily remove, but will be engrained in our child’s mind forever? Or are we simply scaring our children for our entertainment?