I. hate. grasshoppers.
They have those big, bulgy eyes and they always wait until the last millisecond to hop away from you and…just…ugh.
Spiders? Unless they’re huge or venomous, not a big deal.
Snakes? Meh. (see the note on spiders).
But grasshoppers? They send me running back inside. Or at least give me an excuse to avoid yard work.
However, my daughter spent all summer catching them out in the woodpile, much to my chagrin.
Until last week.
I was fiddling around in the garage, and suddenly I heard this unearthly scream. Followed by, “Mama! Mama!”
And then, the words that made my heart drop.
” A GRASSHOPPER!!!”
I turned the corner and Chicka Chicka was frozen, with her bare foot at a funny angle.
My first horrible, terrible thought was ” She has stepped on a grasshopper with bare feet.”
Then I saw her shorts.
Apparently a grasshopper had hopped itself right onto her shorts and she panicked. Which, I can’t say I blame her.
I helped her brush it off (ew) and we went on with our day.
But something struck me.
I had taught my daughter to fear grasshoppers.
I had never told her to be afraid of grasshoppers, and yet she went from delight in catching them to being terrified when one jumped on her.
What had changed?
She saw my fear. She saw the way my nose wrinkled every time I had to walk through the unmowed back lawn. She heard every time I said, “O I hate grasshoppers.”
Until she feared them herself.
Now, here’s the point I’m trying to make: I accidentally taught my daughter to fear something. Granted, something kind of silly that hopefully will fade, or maybe just be a quirky thing about her.
But imagine what else I might be accidentally teaching her.
What about every time I sigh a little when I look in the mirror, or when I try to explain why I wear makeup?
What about when I am having a bad day, and grab a huge Dr. Pepper because “Momma needs it?”
What about when I shy away from doing certain things or reaching my goals because it might be too hard or uncomfortable?
What is she learning then?
I certainly don’t want to pass on my insecurities to my children. I want them to know that they have so many positive attributes and great capacity to make this world a better place (as I hope most parents desire as well).
But to do that, I think we all need to reflect on if what we want our children to learn aligns with what we are passively teaching them.
We can’t act one way and expect them to learn the opposite.
Luckily, there are so many opportunities to influence our children. Much in the same way I accidentally taught Chicka Chicka to fear grasshoppers, I can also teach her things like:
- We are a family and we work together to run the house.
- We need to speak kind words, even when we disagree.
- Always do your best.
But this time, it won’t be on accident.