When I was growing up I used to watch in envy as my parents would get ready to go out with friends. Back in the day they would get dressed up, and as I am not 100% sure today where they were going, what I do remember is that I wanted to go too. I used to voice that over and over again, I want to go too. I want to do that too. I want to see that too. My mom would calmly say to me "your time will come".
In that short response to my desire to experience all right a way, I have to say that she let me know that I too would have the chance to do and see it all. And I have. Does this anticipation, patience building, delayed pleasure and separation between the generations still exist? I think so, I hope so.
There's one five year old spending his vacation at the same place we are in Mexico, and I wonder what the heck he's going to be looking forward to as he grows up. His time has come, and how! He's already taken over the Happy Hour club every evening, yes Happy Hour is open to five year olds. He was drinking his Diet Coke and Fanta Orange out of the last wine glasses. We drank our wine from little juice glasses. OK, not bad, that's how they do it in Greece anyway... we're not in Greece. He stood up on the buffet table to grab his handful of chips and appetizers. And screams his way through card games when he's not winning. I don't think his grandma ever used the "your time will come" on his mom. They're all here, maybe I'll ask!
I'm careful when I speak about children and discipline. But it's a safe bet to say, I would use the "your time will come" on them if I had the chance.