Attitudes are Contagious

When Tori and Joy were teens, I got out paint, brushes, and rollers, and asked them to paint a large bedroom.  So they changed into old clothes and put some music on to gear up for it.                                                                                                                    paint brush

I told them to slide the few small pieces of furniture out into the hall before they began. Wanting to stretch the kids with a new opportunity, I went downstairs and left them to do the job.

I could hear them laughing and talking while the music played, and after an hour, I decided to check their progress. As I got to the top of the stairs, I saw that they had carelessly pushed the small furniture into the wall, and in the process, something that I valued had been damaged.

I started yelling. (If you are someone who never raises your voice, my hat is off to you!)

Tori and Joy stopped painting, and listened to me go off before I stomped back downstairs.

The sound of the radio stilled, and then angry shouts and shrieks filled the upstairs.

Running back up the steps and into the room, I saw them angrily painting EACH OTHER up and down with their paint rollers! It had gone from fun and productive, to angry and a disaster, and I was to blame. The damaged item could have been discussed later. Live and learn, Nealie. Attitudes ARE contagious.   🙁  Nealie


  1. sherree rummer says:

    Mom never had elegant furniture while we were growing up but, what she did have she took care of and asked us to respect and and take care of also. We had a coffee table in our living room that had a piece of glass that went on the top. When we were sitting on the couch she would get after us to get our feet off of it as it was not a footstool and could break.

    One day while fooling around with one of my sisters,I lost my balance and my elbow came down on the glass and I cracked it. I knew for sure how much it was going to upset her and was so surprised at her response when I told her. She looked at me and said “You are more important to me than that glass. I am disappointed that it got broken but are YOU o.k.?

    She showed I was more valuable than the things in our home. Knowing it was not done intentionally but from fooling around, I was able to forgive my daughter much more easily when she did the same thing to a very valuable piece that was handed down to me in our family.

    Relationships are harder to repair and replace more than things. Mom turned that moment from what could of been a scolding shame moment into a life long teaching moment that I would never forget.
    Thanks Mom!

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