Being a mom, I pretty much try to look at everything as a teaching or learning moment. So when something happens I think about how I can try and craft it into a lesson for my kids. I know, it’s odd, but go with me here for a moment.
I have three kids. This means several things. One, everything in my house is broken, nearly broken, taped together and generally a mess. Don’t come to my house expecting to use white gloves. It’s rarely quiet and everything gets tussled over.
Yesterday there was a battle royale over legos. Now there must be eighteen thousand legos in my house between all the toyboxes, in drawers, under beds, on dressers and tucked into corners. There’s no reason for a lego battle because they’re not a finite good. Any one of the three demons I gave birth to could easily dig around in a toybox and find ten legos. But they’d rather snatch them from each other and claim posession (this is usually the MO of the youngest one).
So after finding yet another file “sharing” site stealing from me, I’d had just about enough of theft yesterday. I gave a little speech about how oldest child had worked hard to gather the legos and build his whatsit and how the middle kiddo trying to take them was stealing. Worse, it was lazy and spiteful because you should be proud of your hard work and not steal it from other people.
Okay so I had this big long rant ready but cripes, I frankly just don’t care enough about the people who knowingly steal – be it books, music or other people’s work via plagerism – to write something I can actually publish in public on this blog.
So hey, stop it. Please. If your mother didn’t teach you you can’t share what doesn’t belong to you, I pity you.