AND YOU CALL YOURSELF A PSYCHIATRIST! by Art Smukler MD

Years ago, I invited a colleague to join my family for dinner. After dessert, our six-year-old daughter started acting like a six-year-old. She became loud, mushed the last of her ice cream, and then slipped under the table and started crawling around like a little puppy. At first we all laughed, then my wife and I told her to stop. When she wouldn’t, I  kept my voice calm, and tried reasoning with her.

Like most attempts at reasoning with a six-year-old, this attempt was also fruitless. The more I tried to reason, the wilder she became. Embarrassed, I glanced at my friend, a child psychiatrist, who said, “Art, pretend I’m not here. Do what you’d normally do.”

With that, I reached under the table and lifted my wriggling, cute, athletic daughter up into my arms. “It’s bedtime,” I said. “In fact, way past your bedtime.” I carried her into the bedroom, helped her into her pajamas, and tucked her in. Minutes later, she ran back into the dining room and dived under the table. I snatched her before she got all the way underneath. “I am finished with this out-of-control behavior!” I yelled. “You behave yourself! Do you hear me!” I stormed back into the bedroom, put her in bed, and stalked back to the dining room.

I sat down at the table and tried to calm myself. Just as I took a sip of coffee, my little demon was back! Before I had a chance to say anything, she put her hand on her hip, posed like a movie star and said, “And you call yourself a psychiatrist.” Then she pivoted, perfectly in character, and ran back in the bedroom — not to emerge again.

It took a few seconds of shock before we all started laughing hysterically. The story has become part of our family lore. Why tell this story? What does it all mean?

Our children learn by what we do, not by what we say. Both my wife and I are pretty outspoken. My little pipsqueak never had a problem saying what was on her mind, and as a grown woman she still doesn’t.

It’s sometimes a fine line between setting limits and encouraging independence. Both are essential and a parent walks that line every day. That evening I wasn’t tolerant of my daughter and set reasonable limits. Interestingly, she found a way to also put me in my place and bring me down to size. In my mind it was a fair trade. Mutual respect was established.

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Award Winning Novelist & Psychiatrist --- Like psychological novels? Check out Chasing Backwards, a psychological mystery, Skin Dance, a mystery, and The Man with a Microphone n his Ear... Dr. Smukler has won the prestigious Golden Ear Award for excellence in teaching at Harbor-UCLA Medical center and excellence in writing fiction at The Santa Barbara Writers Conference. All books are available as ebooks and paperbacks. You can find them at amazon.com/author/arthursmukler or https://artsmuklermd.com/
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10 Responses to AND YOU CALL YOURSELF A PSYCHIATRIST! by Art Smukler MD

  1. cindy says:

    How did I miss this entry? Your daughter sounds like an handful… A pleasantly clever handful, but a handful nonetheless.

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  2. curiosity14 says:

    That’s an awesome story! Never underestimate the intelligence of the small fry!

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  3. Ilisa Smukler says:

    thanks for sharing that one!

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  4. Brit Haver says:

    A very cute history. Your daughter obviously will be a survivor. Sincerely Brit Haver

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  5. Richard Palmer says:

    This was darling. It speaks to the difficulty of being a good parent, one who sets appropriate limits, but also encourages individuality and independence.
    Dick Palmer

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  6. Dr. J. Ferris says:

    That’s cute… out of the mouth of babes…
    Dr. J

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  7. Edwin Caine M.D. says:

    Very well written and quite humorous. Thanks for sharing .
    Ed Caine M.D.

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