As you read this, another Halloween has come and gone. Of course the memories, traditions, and fun are still fresh in our minds, along with all of the candy! Oh, my gosh so much candy!!
Our neighborhood is the quintessential place for families. Although it is not well lit, and we do not have sidewalks that does not stop parents from surrounding areas from dropping their children off to enjoy trick-or-treating.
One of my favorite things about our neighborhood is how family friendly it is. I love that most houses participate in handing out candy, decorating their yards, and setting up elaborate displays, even when Halloween takes place during the week.
We live at the very back of the subdivision, so over the past two years I have noticed that we do not get as many trick-or-treaters (I think that after just half of the homes their bags are full, or at least that is what I have observed with my own kids). Although as soon as I had given away a full bowl of Snickers and Skittles, out came the teenagers who were fully committed to going to every house in our neighborhood! I apologized and told them that I would have happily given them what I had if they had come a little earlier.
When the teenagers left, Jacob and Caden were winding down, but still excited and happy with their full bags of loot! I was finally breathing a sigh of relief after a full day of school celebrations, pumpkin decorating, and trick-or-treating. Once I was able to take a breath and reflect on the fun of the day, I began to think about a situation that happened during our candy adventures.
One of our neighbors across the street likes to bake the kids on our block cookies, or cupcakes, as well as take pictures of them in full Halloween garb! She must think of them as her own grandchildren because they all play together and enjoy when she interacts with them.
This year she baked cookies for all of the kids in our circle. When she went to offer my four year old Caden some cookies, he very politely said, “No thank you!” Well, she later told me she was very offended by him not taking the baked goods. She even remarked, “I made these for you and you didn’t want them!”
While I understood and appreciated that she had been kind enough to bake the cookies for our kids, I also understood that he was polite and simply not interested in the cookies. To be honest, he was not very interested in the candy either and declined it from certain homes where they had scary decorations; he did love the pencils, pretzels, and sadly the tattoos that other houses handed out.
As the boys sorted through and categorized their candy, stickers, tattoos, and pencils, I used the incident from earlier as a teachable moment to explain to my four year old that while I appreciated his polite manners, that next time he should simply say “Thank You” so that he does not hurt anyone’s feelings.
But in all honesty, I do not think he was wrong, and I think the way that my neighbor handled it was a bit immature.
How do you handle situations when your child/children is polite, but the other person is still offended by something they have said or done?
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