Drastic Measures

Every single mother has had and will continue to have those moments. Those times when banging your head on the wall is highly preferable to parenting your child at that particular moment. If you even try to deny it, you’re an alien. So it was with a slightly unhealthy glee that I read a short story by Enid Blyton in her Bedtime Stories.

Right from childhood, I’ve never been a fan of Ms Blyton. I find her prose unimaginative and her plots boring, preferring the naughty wickedness of Dahl. However, I do recognise that Blyton’s stories are easier to digest for younger children. Or at least those that didn’t watch Rambo at the age of seven (I made full use of my dad’s penchant for falling asleep in front of the TV). So I have a few of her books, mostly from op-shops, for Iris’s benefit.

I love that Iris is old enough now for proper books and we’ve been going through different ones for the past year.

“The Other Little Boy” is about Ronnie, who is particularly naughty to his mother. So at the height of one of those head-banging moments, she threatens that she might just get “another little boy” because he’s so rotten to her. Ronnie takes this as an empty threat, which you would think it was.

However, lo and behold, another little boy appears. It is vaguely implied that this boy, Dan, is an orphan. However, Blyton glosses over the logistics of how he came to be there. Anyway, Dan turns out to be the perfect child, of course.
Ronnie first tries to bully Dan into leaving. However, Dan stands up to Ronnie’s rubbish. Then he tries to bully his mother into getting rid of Dan. This is what she says: “Certainly not, Dan has no mother at all. He has never had all the things you have had – the joy of helping his mother, having her kiss him good night, telling her his troubles, looking after her when she is tired, sharing everything with her. You don’t want those things, Ronnie, and you said you wouldn’t mind if I got another little boy.”

So his usual bratty behaviour failing to get his desired results, he tries guilt. He goes to his father and asks, “Don’t you like me, Daddy? Don’t you love me?” To which his father replies, “I love you, because you are my son, but I can’t say I like you very much, Ronnie. Why should I? You are rude and selfish and unkind. I shall always love you and back you up, but whether I like you or not depends on yourself and your own behaviour.”


So Ronnie sees the error of his ways and promises Dan he’ll be good to his mother. Dan agrees to leave only if Ronnie does what he says, which he does of course and everybody lives happily ever after.

2 thoughts on “Drastic Measures

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  1. Yes, good point.

    As you say, of course we would never go so far but it is true that it is hard for a child to see other points of view. I have a friend who this school holidays is taking one child at a time (she has four) and keeping them with her for a day and helping them do what she does e.g. clean, washing, laundry, making dinner… an interesting idea to help them appreciate what needs to be done and the effort it takes to do it.

    Personally for us travel have helped our children see that other perspective e.g. It is hard to complain about the clothes you have, when you see there are children in the world without any…

    Of course reading a book like this may also bring about an epiphany?

    But unless we are shown in some way, it is perhaps the nature of us all to take things for granted or be selfish?

    1. Yes, absolutely, it’s the parents’ job to help their children see beyond themselves, which is why I’m suspicious of how “good” the mum in this story is. However, perhaps this story being read by a parent is one way of doing it. Thanks for taking the time to read all my posts and leaving such meaningful comments!

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