How can you comfort a little child if his parents keep arguing around him? I’m still trying to find the right answer. However, I know deep inside a child does not need a stranger’s comfort. He just needs a peaceful and safe home where his parents love and respect each other and him.
When I was a kid, my dad and my mom argued often about day-to-day things. It was their lifestyle, but for me, it was a scary situation. They would argue and later on, they could talk to each other and act like they were not the ones who yelled at each other a few minutes ago. I hated it. I must admit, they didn’t care about our development or how sad we were each time they argued. They both wanted to show that they were better than each other or impress others. When my dad talked to my mom, she would roll her eyes and he would feel more frustrated. I never wanted them to talk to each other until they clarified and solved their problems. But they never did. They are still the same people.
Finally, I accepted that what is unacceptable for me is normal for them. It was their lifestyle and they did not want to change. I wish I could go back in time and tell little Huri to not to be scared and worry. I wish I could tell her she is not the reason for their argument. I wish I could tell her to avoid them and do not try to fix things because they will never change, because with my little mind I was trying to find solutions to their problems.
Over the years, I learned that some couples like competition and argument, and they do not see anything wrong with it. What upsets me the most is that they are not aware of the unhappy life they put their kids through. I believe that if you have children you should put your ego on the side, think of them and their mental health, and get along with each other.
I do not think about the past anymore. I forgave my parents; they did their best. However, one of my friend’s son’s questions made me think about my childhood. We were babysitting for one of our friend’s children. We were in the kitchen. While I was cooking, my husband and the kids were eating. Out of nowhere, their son said that his parents often keep screaming at each other. I knew that they had some disagreements at home, but I never thought about the children and how these arguments affected them. He said that his mom argues more and they can’t get along about things. We were shocked and my heart was torn apart. He was so vulnerable. He was looking for help. My husband asked him, “How do you feel when they argue?” He said he felt “sad”. His voice got lost when he was repeating how he felt. He asked us if we could stay with them. My husband asked again, “Why do you want us to stay here?” He said that if we stayed there we could see when they fight. I wanted to protect him, but he didn’t need me. He needed a peaceful home and loving parents. He could have talked more but his parents came home, and he ran to them.
It was so sad. I could not sleep that night. I did not know what to do. I saw myself in him. I wanted to tell him that his parents love him and love each other, but we run out of time.
Now, what should I do? Should I talk with his parents? I feel like nothing will change and his parents will tell me that it is none of my business. But they have kids and they need to change their lifestyle. I’m not sure what is the best approach. Are not they grown-ups? Don’t they know that their kids would worry and be scared each time they argue?
The way his parents talk to each other and the sentences this little kid used, led me believe that they are using their kids against each other. My mom and dad were used to do the same thing. So, my mom was the one who played the victim when I was a kid. She would tell me that my dad was wrong and mean to her. She always complained about the decisions he took without asking her opinion, and he was the one who was irresponsible. I believed her and I felt sorry for her. I was scared of him more and blamed him for all the inconvenient things we faced.
That day, I saw the same pattern in this little kid’s life. He was showing sympathy to his dad because his dad was the one who was playing the victim. I wanted to tell his dad that he needed to grow up and stop complaining to his 4-year-old son about the problems he created. I wanted to tell him that he needed to see a therapist, but I could not tell him.
I recently learned that our adult brain develops until the age of 5 and what a child experiences in those early years affects his future. So, if we brought up a child to this world it is our responsibility to create for them safe, happy and loving family life.
We do not have children yet. However, I see that it is not easy to manage work, life, and children. But still, our priority must be our children whom we brought into this life.
After this experience, we decided to read and search more about how to raise children. So, we can become good parents. We want our children to have self-esteem and find us and our home as a safe place.
If you have a child, please think one more time before you speak, because children are like sponges for learning and hearing things. Our goal should be to become role models to them because every word we say and every action we do counts and shapes their life. Haim Ginott’s quote beautifully explain my long post with a sentence, “Children are like wet cement. Whatever falls on them makes an impression.”