I was a pain of a child. When I didn’t like something to eat, I’d make a huge fuss about not wanting it, about allergies, about poison, breaking the UN convention on the rights of a child if you fed it to me, etcetera, etcetera.
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When my parents finally forced some down my throat, and I realised it wasn’t actually that bad, I couldn’t swallow my pride to admit I was wrong.
I had to keep up the charade long into the night to prove I was right!
Fortunately a few months later (OK, many years later), I realised this and learnt how to give in.
I realised that giving in wasn’t a sign of weakness, but maturity.
(Yes that’s how you spell maturity. I’m sure that’s how you spell maturity. I’m not changing it!)
OK, I’m still learning to swallow my pride.
Paul Clark’s musings can be heard on radio across Australia and at atthetop.org.au.