While listening to the local radio morning show today, I heard a remarkable story of a British woman who recently turned 100. Her secret to long life? She has smoked five cig*arettes a day since the age of….are you sitting down? SEVEN! Yes, you heard that right. After smoking for 93 years, she lit her 170,000th from the candles on her 100th birthday cake! (Don’t worry, she never inhaled! Hmmm..sounds familiar) The woman, Winnie, says she started smoking shortly after the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand, at the beginning of WWI. Is anyone else finding their jaw lining the floor? I mean, could you imagine your seven-year-old being the slightest bit concerned with world politics, let alone asking to bum a light? (Source: The Sun Online)
Well, that got me thinking about some funny conversations I have had with my daughter about smoking. It’s hard to warn her about the dangers, and really drive home why not to smoke, without, sort of, demonizing those who do. You see, I come from a family of smokers. In fact, I was the only non-smoker in my immediate family until my mom quit a few years ago. I am monumentally proud of my mom because I believe it is one of the hardest things to overcome. I want to instill a sense that smoking, drugs, binge drinking, etc are bad things, but not that the people are bad. That is a very difficult concept for a “black and white” six-year old to grasp. Here’s an example:
I was at a local sub shop with HipChick at 5 years old, when the employees stepped outside for a smoke. This was not our first conversation about it, but she has to ask over and over to make sure the answer stays the same.
HC: Why are they smoking?
S: Well, when they were younger, they didn’t know how it can make them sick. Once someone starts smoking, they cannot stop. It is very hard to stop.
HC: Why didn’t their mommy tell them it could make them sick?
S: She probably did, but maybe they didn’t believe her.
HC: Why can’t they stop?
S: Well, their bodies get used to it, and now they think they need to smoke.
HC: Oh.
Conversation over, right? Well, after the employees were done, they came back in. (Don’t worry, I made sure they washed their hands) HipChick leans far over the table with a worried look on her face. In an urgent whisper, she asks,
“Mommy! Why did they stop?!”
I guess this is a good problem to have. My daughter takes everything I say at face value. To this day, she will not touch any drink except water, juice or milk. Why? Because when she was three, we told her she couldn’t have soft drinks. Why would it be OK now, when it wasn’t then, right? Not even Sprite at a birthday party.
Part of me wonders whether she’ll give me lip service, but not really internalize warnings we give about harmful habits. Although I suspect this will be more of a problem with the second and third-born. I only pray her parental trust will continue through the te*en years, and trickle down to our other daughters! So how do you approach these kinds of subjects with your kids? Or do you just avoid them altogether?
One friend of mine caught his te*en son smoking. What did he do? He made the son eat an entire pack of cig*arettes. I think he almost got through it before he threw up. Hows that for classical conditioning? Any time he thinks about doing it again, he will be reminded of how they taste coming back up! (ew-I’m grossing myself out!)
So, what are your stories?