ground up apples… maybe mixed with sugar… however in our family .. applesauce.. was the code word! Not the scary men in hats and raincoats coming to get you code word, but the ‘stop what you are doing right now, and I will not call you out in public… or continue in this manner and…. bear the consequences’.
I believe the kids don’t remember applesauce as a code, or its’ meaning… they look at me quizically when I mention.. applesauce… (these days in jest), as the time for behavior modification has long gone by and grown kids do what they want!
Likely they always did what they wanted, however applesauce gave them a chance to save face, pull it together, move on without a ‘scene’. So applesauce was not for toddlers, and certainly not for teens… it served a purpose during those in between years… helping our children adjust to appropriate comments, responses and behavior in public.
Mostly it worked… sometimes a stern look was added… DD and DS were and are good kids to begin with.. these were small adjustments to manners and gracious socialization.
Today I gave myself an applesauce…. a casual business acquaintance often behaves thoughtlessly… and lately I have been finding myself out of patience with the experience…. Meeting him in the parking lot this morning, I gave myself an applesauce, put on a smile and carried on… it wasn’t so hard… I do admit to a bit of self satisfaction, being the better person and all… however he likely has no idea that he behaves like a selfish spoiled child and we are not friends! Perhaps that was the goal, to stay above the feelings… There was a bit of an adreniline rush when I hit my desk, but I breathed deeply and let it go…
and on we go…..