The Tantrum-女儿胡闹时

The Tantrum|女儿胡闹时
In the early 70’s my mother attended college during the day while my sister was in school and I was in daycare8. One day at daycare I watched an extremely tired mother attempt to pick up her daughter. The little girl asked, “Momma, are we going to McDonalds for dinner?” The mother replied, “Honey, not tonight. Momma has to run a few errands9 and then we have to go home and cook dinner for Daddy.” “But I want to go.” “Susie, I said not tonight. Maybe, if you are a good girl we can go tomo rrow.” Susie immediately dropped to the floor, kicking and screaming, “I want to go to McDonalds.”
No amount of pleading or scolding her mother tried stopped Susie’s tantrum. Finally her mother gave in, “Okay, Susie, let’s go to McDonalds.” Susie stopped yelling and smiling. She grabbed her mother’s hand and they left. To say I was amazed would be inaccurate10; I was delighted that anything I wanted could be had by throwing a tantrum.
That day my mother picked me up early from daycare because we were going to Sears & Roebuck to pay on a Christmas Layaway11. I was excited by the lights and decorations, and as we walked through the toy section on the way to the Layaway Department, I saw a toy I had to have. It was a white and red telephone whose bells rang as it was pulled along on a string. Looking lovingly up at my mother I asked, “Mama, can I have that telephone?”
She replied, “Baby, not now, but if you are a good girl maybe Santa will bring it to you.” “But Mama, I want that telephone right now.” Her eyes narrowed and her hand tightened on mine. “Becky, you can’t have that telephone today, but if you misbehave you can have a spanking.”
By now we were standing in the long Holiday line in the Layaway Department, and I figure it was now or never. I lay down on the ground and began screaming, “I want that telephone,” over and over again. Weary12 Christmas shoppers looked as my mother calmly said, “Becky, you better get up by the count of three or else. One... Two... Three.”
Nothing. I was still in full tantrum. So then she lay down beside me on the floor, and began kicking and screaming, “I want a new car, I want a new house, I want some jewelry, I want...” Shocked, I stood up.
“Mama, stop. Mama get up,” I tearfully pleaded.
She stood, and brushed herself off. At first stunned, the others waiting in line began to sporadically13 clap, and before I knew it they were cheering and laughing and patting my mother on her back. She blushed14 and took a little bow and the next thirty minutes in line was pure misery for me as various parents leaving the Layaway Department, shake their heads at me and say with a smile, “Your mom got you good. I bet you’ll never try that again.”
And I didn’t, because it left a lasting mental picture more effective than any physical mark. 我妈妈一贯声称支持对不听话孩子进行体罚，可尽管口头上说了那么多，她却从未打过我们（除了一次打我屁股之外）。

她总能想出一些方法来惩罚我们，而这些方法远比巴掌打在我们屁股上更痛、更持久。

我记得最清楚一次发生在我四岁那年。

70年代初期，妈妈白天在大学里念书，而我姐姐当时也在上学，我则上了托儿所。

有一天，我在托儿所看到一位疲惫不堪母亲来接女儿回家。

只听那个小女孩问：“妈妈，我们晚上去麦当劳，好吗？”那位母亲回答：“今晚不行，宝贝。

妈妈还有事情要做，做完后还要回家给你爸爸做饭。

”“但是我想去嘛！”“苏茜，今晚不行。

你听话话，妈妈明天带你去。

” 小女孩听完马上就坐在地上，蹬着脚嚷了起来：“我要去麦当劳，我要去麦当劳……”
不管那位母亲怎么劝说，女孩还是不依。

最后母亲让步了：“好吧，我带你去麦当劳。

” 苏茜马上停止了叫喊，拉住妈妈手高高兴兴地离开了。

我惊奇地看着这一幕，心里简直乐开了花——原来只要耍耍脾气就可以得到我想要东西啦！
那一天我妈妈提前到托儿所来接我，因为我们要去西尔斯商场拿我们预定圣诞礼物。

一路上，我被商场里花花绿绿灯饰吸引住了。

在路过玩具专卖区时候，我一下子看上了一件玩具。

那是一个红白相间电话机，只要拉一下机上绳子就会发出动听铃声。

我抬头很乖巧地对妈妈说：“妈妈，能买那个电话机给我吗？”
妈妈回答说：“宝宝，现在不行。

如果你表现好话，说不定圣诞老人会送你一个。

”“但我现在就想要嘛！” “贝基，今天不能买那个电话机，如果你再胡闹话我就要打你屁股了。

” 妈妈皱起眉头握紧了我手。

我们当时在订购部收银处那里排队，很多人排起了长队准备交钱。

我当时觉得机不可失，不争取话电话机就没指望了。

我一屁股坐在地上尖叫了起来：“我要电话机，我要电话机！”这么一嚷，周围购物人们都回过头来。

只听见我妈妈很平静地说：“贝基，当我数到3时候你最好给我站起来，1……2……3。

”
我没有起来，还在继续发着脾气。

这时妈妈也在我身边坐下，开始蹬着脚叫了起来：“我想要部新车，我想要座新房子，还有珠宝，我还要……”我吓得马上站了起来。

“妈妈，不要这样，妈妈，你起来啊！”我泪眼汪汪地哀求道。

母亲站起来拍了拍衣服，愣住了人群开始稀稀拉拉地鼓起掌来。

我还没醒悟过来怎么回事，他们已经欢快地笑了起来，还不时地拍妈妈肩膀表示鼓励。

妈妈脸红红，向大家鞠了个躬表示感谢。

你都不知道在接下来半个多小时我有多么难受。

人们在离开商店前都会冲我摇头，并笑嘻嘻地对我说：“你妈妈是为你好，我敢打赌你以后再也不敢这样做了！”
我后来确没有这么做了，因为这实在太刻骨铭心了，那教训比身上疤痕还要深刻。

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