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My Dad's Response to "The Automaticity of a Child"

Why would the little boy think to push the button? Did his Mom teach him about it, or maybe he saw someone else do it and believed he could to. (Other people are watching what you are doing) So why push the button? (Replace the button with faith as needed) 1) There is a door too big for the boy to open by himself. But by the button the door will open. 2) The boy needs to go inside. The door is between him and inside. It must be opened. Couldn't find a brick so tried the button. 3) Other people need to go in. The boy can help them by using the button to open the door for them. 4) The boy can use the button to do what it would take a man to do. 5) The boy enjoys the blast of cold/warm air each time the door opens. 6) The boy opens the door so he can receive the praises of the people around him. 7) Little boys are made to push buttons. It is just something inside them that they can not control. 8) Let's face it, seeing big doors open by pushing a button is just exciting....

The Automaticity of a Child

Disclaimer: I have no children of my own. All of the story that follows is based off of my experience with children through teaching, years of babysitting, and observance of others' children. For those of you with children, please enjoy what you are about to read. …. Or, correct me if I’m wrong. I still have MUCH to learn. The Automaticity of a Child I observed something this morning that sure did make me smile. As I was walking into Thomas Road’s “Main Street” to get to LCA today in the wee hours of the morning, a little kindergarten-aged boy rrrraaaannnn up in front of me and pushed the button for the automatic doors to open. His little face got SO excited that the door automatically opened for him, and even more so, because HE was the one to push the button that was as big as the palm of his hand. The way he lit up at that moment was absolutely precious to say the least. His eagerness for the day excited me, and for a brief moment in time, my mind wandered into thoughts of “...