The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-07-17

them.
Well it's all about my boy Harry. I
must admit that though he is only a A.
year-old, l don't know how to manage
him. Everybody tells me TO try a different
method. try them all and my husband
laughs and says that if l keep on Harry
Will land on the galows or be iynched. The
idea of talking about the little angel like
thatl This morning I had some very i'm
portant writing TO do before coming here
to lunch with Xou and 1 told Harry so,
gave him a lot of things with which 10
amuse himself and asked him to keep
quiet. He did-for about three seconds
and then he began TO ask questions. It
was like a rapid-tire gun on one of our
warships pouring hot shot into the Span
iards. He kept up a steady fire for fully
halt an hour, but l kept saying TO myself,
Keep cool; this is good discipline for you
Finally ne went 10 the window and stood
there a minute silently gazing into the
street ! was just congra tulating myself
| mat my patience was being speedily re-
warded when he drew a long breath and
began hring another vOley at me They
We're such silly questions. What makes
vines grow up and not down, mamma?'
Mamma, why can ! see people through
the lace curtains and they cant see me?
ana SO on And then of course the darl-
ling had to get on theology. Children al
ways do, you know. lie began asking me
II COD had just one big eye or lois of eyes
all over His head like the spider his papa
showed him, and If good mosquitoes that
didn't bite little boys went to heaven when
they died. AT last l couldn't stand il an
other minute. A sheet of blank paper
stared me in the face and time was Slip
ping by. 1 said to him very firmly: 'Har-
ry, mamma has some work that she must
finish, and if you ask her another question
she IL nave to undress you and put you to
bed, and it isn't near noon vet He raised
! 10 min
swered gently, An light Che can't pro-
| nounce ~, mamma. l had Just written
one line, when he bobbed up and asked me
three questions in one.
| Come I exclaimed, somewhat impa-
| tienuy fear. to bed you go this miouter
7 And took him back and put on his little
| paJamas. He didn't cry until l turned
back the bedclothes and tucked him in
| Even then he was too brave to make
| noise, but his little body shook with SUD-
| pressed sobs. There was lump in nv
| own throat as big as a goose egg. but 1
| felt l must do my duty by that boy thar
l must discipline him. I went back to my
| desk, but l could not write. After fifteen
| minutes, which seemed as long as many
| hours, 1 began to reason with myself. to
tell myself that I'd been unjust to my boy
| that his little mind was eager for knowl-
| edge and that he could only get knowl-
| edge by word of mouth. Yes, I've done
wrong in putting him to bed I confessed
| to myself. I'll tell him so and let him
| get up went in, aria there he was
| curled up in a little fat ball with two
| great undried tears on his cheeks Har-
ry, dearest said I, mamma feels that she
has done wrong in putting you to bed
She knows that you ask her questions be-
| cause you want to know things and 1t
right 70 want to know things it is
right TO be hungry for knowledge, and
now mamma is going TO let you get up
lie 1,,.4rr 5trv.1
Wen, mamma, can l ask another
question:
Yes said l, and he fairly shouted
" How far can cat spit?'
Talk about castles in the air tumbjing
down! After that poser I changed my
mind about my small boys ambition for
| erudltion. The result of all this is that
am here, after having kept you waiting;
l haven't filed even the first page, and /
| feel sure / didn't deal with the child as
he deserved. Really, I go through some
| similar experiences every day and the
result in that this 4-year old is about
! to come out first-best in the race. Instead
of my controlling him he almost controls
me, and I'm worried half sick about it
aH'
Half the mothers in the land are not
| fit to be mothers" hastily put in the old
maid. 81 wish I could get a chance to
| discipline the mothers for about three
/ S'ilNi othCA5s ana iudybG we q see q set OF
children who knew what it meant to
! honor their parents"
Tommyrot," burst out the old woman.
! Il don't believe in corporal punishment
| of children myself, but feel sure that a
| little peach tree switch is effective in
! bringing a child to terms in such cases.
! Nevertheless. to make a happy home and
to bring up children who honor themselves
in honoring their parents that home must
! be founded on love. Nothing affects my
| heart 50 much as little children and If
| saddens me more than anything else to
see nine mothers out of ten treating their
boys and girls as subjects, when thew
! should not only treat them as equals. but
ought 10 take them as models. Men ard
women train their children after their
own image. instead Of training themselves
after the image of their innocent little
| ones Hundreds of times I've seen moth
ers deliberately hurt their daughters.
grown daughters at that, because they
| knew they had the power to do so be-
cause they enjoyed exercising this DOW
er. Treat your little boy Harry as an
equal and not as a subject Get-I was
about to say down, but I'll say UPON a
level with him. for we grown people al
| ways have to ascend to meet children on
their own ground. When you have work
to do. as you had this morning. which
makes this impossible, do not allow the
| child to remain with YOU Send him ont
cook take charge Of him, and If YOU are
without a servant put your work off until
the boy is asleep and out of the way.
| Whatever you do don't expect him 10 de-
scend TO the plane of a grown person and
| behave as one; don't repress him and sub
due him and suppress his natural child
like spOntaneity. 1t is a crime TO make
| subjects of our children, and we are verv
apt TO be punished for It through them
As a rule, when a child disappoints it's
| parents it is the parents fault"
| What a lesson you've taught me-" said
the young mother. "I'll drop all these
| theories I've been practicng on my bow
and try hard to become as a little child
| myself"
That's the key note" remarked the
| old mother.
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