Whose Teachable Moment Is This Anyway?

Teachable moment, parenting

By Angela Noel Lawson

April 15, 2019

A minute after my nine-year-old clomped up the stairs, exasperated over a failed toy repair, I heard a small crash.

“Darn it!” he muttered. I could almost hear the tears of frustration pricking his eyes.

Unfortunately, I had a huge to-do list at work and I needed to get in as soon as possible. Time was of the essence. My easy-going kid had picked an inopportune time to experience irrational anger.

“What’s up, Jack?” I called up the stairs.

“Nothing!” A second later I heard the sound of his electric toothbrush.

“Okay, dude. We’ve gotta get going,” I prodded, as soon as the toothbrush was silent.

Jackson dutifully descended the stairs, picked up his backpack, then headed out to the car. He wasn’t happy, but he wasn’t being a total jerk either.

“Seriously, what’s bugging you?” I asked, after I, too, had climbed into the car.

“I was mad about the glue not fixing my plane, and then the floss flew out of the medicine cabinet onto the floor!”

Let me be clear, this kind of thing doesn’t normally bug him. But everyone gets annoyed now and again. So, I seized the teachable moment.

A teachable moment

“First,” I said, as we backed out of the driveway and into the street, “it’s not that big of a deal about the toy. If it’s so important to you we’ll either get the right glue or you can ask for a new one for your birthday. Second, do you think the floss would have fallen out if you hadn’t been frustrated? Did you maybe get a little rough with the door?”

Jackson admitted he had.

“So, the thing is, when we get frustrated sometimes we make it worse instead of better. When you were too rough with the cabinet, the floss fell out. You thought it would make you feel better, but instead it made things worse. Is that about right?”

“I guess.”

“That’s pretty normal, kiddo. That happens to me too. Sometimes I do or say things that end up causing more problems, and then I get frustrated all over again! Instead, try and calm down. Focus on what’s going right instead of wrong. Ask yourself if it’s really that big of a deal and what you can do to manage the situation better.”

By now we’d reached the intersection and were stopped at a red light. I looked at Jackson in the rear view mirror. He seemed thoughtful for a second. Then he looked concerned all over again. “Darn it! I forgot my coat. I was so mad about the floss. . .” His voice trailed off.

Now it was my turn to be frustrated. We weren’t too far from home, but we’d already had a late start and I needed to get to work.

“Can you manage without it today?” I asked hopefully.

“No, I was cold yesterday,” Jackson sounded miserable. He hates to upset me, and he was already feeling kinda yucky about the morning.

“Okay,” I could feel my irritation rising. My foot pressed the accelerator harder as I made a right turn towards our house.

And then the thunderbolt of parenting-practice-what-you-preach hit me.

My turn

Visions of hidden police cars ready to pull me over for zooming down a residential street danced in my head. Wasn’t I doing exactly what I’d just admonished my son for?

I picked my foot up off the accelerator and started to share the thoughts running through my mind out loud.

“Okay, Jack, here’s the deal. You leaving your coat at home frustrated me. I’m going to be later to work than I’d like, which is disappointing. But, I have a choice in this moment. I can speed down the street and risk a ticket (and maybe worse) or I can remind myself that this is not a life or death situation. Even though I’m not happy that you left your coat at home, you didn’t do it on purpose. I love you, and I want you to be warm today. We’re lucky I have some flexibility at work. For all of these reasons, I can let my frustration go, and just move on.”

“Uh huh.”

At this point, I wasn’t talking to him; I was talking to myself.

“So,” I continued, “remember how we were just discussing what to do when you feel frustrated? This is me showing you what to do. If I can do it, so can you.”

I’m sure he said something to me then–some acknowledgment that he’d heard what I’d said–even if he’d only half-listened.

During the remainder of our journey, my brain was busy thinking over what had just happened. As my irritation rose at Jack’s missing-coat confession, I’d gone into default mode exactly as he had, ready and willing to lash out. I’d only short-circuited that reaction by the skin of my teeth.

It’s remarkably easy to TELL my child the right way to manage tough situations; it’s another to SHOW him. I can only give him what I already own.

Namely, I have a conception of myself as a kind, hard-to-upset person. Yet, in that moment, I’d been more than ready to let my frustration get the better of me. Only by noticing how I’d really behaved in the face of petty annoyances could I have learned I’m far less imperturbable than I thought. On the one hand, this might seem like bad news. But, in truth it’s a tremendous gift; I cannot change what I cannot see. This frustration-fueled fandango, and a healthy dose of self-awareness, gave me the opportunity to quickly adjust my behavior to better align with my values.

In this “teachable moment,” I learned as much as I taught–and maybe more.

Your turn: Have you caught yourself saying one thing to your children then doing another? What did you do about it?


Author: Angela Noel

On a quest to become a better human, I write about parenting, leadership, and personal development. I tell my stories so you can find your own.

10 thoughts on “Whose Teachable Moment Is This Anyway?”

  1. Oh, yes! And, my kids catch me on it all the time. “Mom, you told me that I should ____________, but now you’re doing the same thing!” I love how you and your son were having a teachable moment, and the same situation wrapped back to affect you – giving you something to think about. Funny how life works. You’re a great mom!

    Also, I’ve never seen the word “imperturbable” before – what a mouth full! I love seeing words I’ve never read before.

    1. Ha! I’m glad you like the word. Definitely a mouthful!
      I think I made the mistake of thinking it would be I, the parent, in charge of the teaching. But the truth of the matter is, I am learning so much from the process of teaching (or what I think is teaching) that I almost think parenting is about teaching the parent and not the other way around.
      Thank you for reading!

  2. I sure admire your ability to step back and examine a situation as it is occurring. I have learned to confess and apologize. My mom once told me she wouldn’t apologize to her kids; she had done the best she could. In raising my girls, I did the best I could at the time. But it wasn’t always the best that could have been done. I acknowledge my child rearing faults to myself and to them. They love me and forgive me. And now I learn from them how to be patient with my grandkids as well as with myself.

  3. One of these days your son will tell you how he remembered that day he forgot his coat and you stopped yourself from speeding home to get it. He wasn’t sure why it was such a big deal then but now he gets it. And that’s when you’ll really be able to say you gave him what you owned on that new day, and you will smile. Keep on parenting!

    1. Thanks so much! I hope he will remember. Every once in a while I wonder what’s locked in the vault of his mind and what gem might fall out.
      I really appreciate the vote of confidence!

  4. In another couple of years, your son will be relentlessly calling you on anything that sniffs of hypocrisy. Good that you’re practicing now.

  5. Oh yes! I’ve been there! Bringing up children is a real reminder of how one should behave/react. And I think I need those regular reminders!

    1. It’s like carrying a mirror around all the time. Sometimes, for example, I think I look just fine. But then I glance in the mirror and realize that I have a stain on my shirt, spinach in my teeth, and a hole in my pants. Had I never looked in the mirror I wouldn’t have known–and maybe I’d have been fine with that until I met another person who might think I’m kind of gross.
      So that’s what my kid does for me. I become aware of the kinda gross things that I might otherwise neglect.

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