Monday, 12 September 2011
There are a lot of words for it.
That suggests to me that the decidedly unattractive trait of telling tales has been rife and active the world over for hundreds of generations.
Kids in the school yard, running to teacher, to tell tales on the other children's "naughtiness".
High school girls, gossipping, relaying truths and untruths and versions in between, about one another. Friends, apparently.
The little sister who runs back to Mummy and Daddy at the hint of dissension and boringly details all the meanness that has been visited upon her.
My children, at the young ages they are, are horrific offenders. All three of them are still habitual in the trait of snitching on one another, despite their efforts falling upon deaf ears, most days.
I see and hear it in other children, at kindy and school. And hear teachers suggest that they should worry about themselves, and not what others are doing. (Wise words indeed.)
I recall being a tittle tattle as a child myself. "Muuuumm? They are being meeeean to me...it's not fair." It was, thankfully, a habit that was knocked out of me pretty quickly.
In turn, the lovely husband and I do not tolerate it from our kids either. (I am all too aware of how good a sell job each of my children can do, to make their side of the story ring true. I force myself to never take sides, and am rare to jump in to assist. Youngest girls seem particularly adept at this. I offer no reward to Lexie for singing like a canary on her brother and sister...)
And oddly, recently, I realise that this distasteful habit is still evident in adults. Sad.
Dobbing in grown ups. In order to garnish support? Sympathy? The ultimate in defensive action? The first line of attack? Passive aggression in it's most immature form? Grown ups STILL running to Mum and Dad to tell tales? To bolster insecurity perhaps? To satisfy some narcissistic streak? Who knows. I do know it gobsmacks me that this goes on at all. It appalls me. It is so lame, it's actually quite funny. I am sure adults who do this do not perceive it as pathetic: I am sure they excuse or deny it, somehow? Perhaps they would defend themselves, claiming the injustices they are reporting to be justified.
And I do know that witnessing such immature behaviour in adults makes me even keener and more aware to ensure my children grow out of it, and soon.
And I also find it fascinating that there are so many words and phrases to describe the art of being a nark...
Do your kids do this?
God forbid, do you know adults that have dobber tendencies?