Make Mine Napolitano -- and my kids will have the same

Linda Richardson's Blog from Todi




Last night I met up with my American friend and neighbor, Ruth, and we decided to head for a local trattoria. We both ordered pizza Napolitano, a simple dish that doesn't interfere much with conversation. The thin, crispy crust is topped with tomato, cheese and a sprinkling of garlic and anchovies -- no knife or fork needed.

About halfway through the meal a family of five Italians arrived and landed at the table next to ours. In addition to Mom and Dad there were three adorable tow-headed boys aged about 5, 8 and 9. While mamma conversed with the older two, the little one settled on papá's lap and they played together until the food arrived. We hadn't seen such exquisitely behaved kids since the last time we were in a local restaurant.

Aside from my perpetual amazement that Italian kids can stay up really late without taking uppers or falling asleep under the table, I am always impressed by their mature demeanor. It's rare to see little ones acting out anywhere here -- in a restaurant or supermarket or museum or -- believe it or not -- at home. There's a time and a place for wrestling and screaming and it's definitely not inside.

Maybe it has something to do with their early socialization. Italian children learn in infancy that all grown-ups adore them and do not burst into tears when strangers chuck them under the chin or reach out to hold them. As they continue to grow up, they are surrounded by affection from all quarters and good behavior is noted and reinforced by smiles, praise, hugs and kisses.

On the other hand, adult friends and neighbors don't hesitate to nip improper behavior in the bud with gentle reminders. Scolding by parents is almost always performed in the you-know-better-than-that mode rather than in the implied threat mode. I really don't know what the secret is, but something makes Italian kids want to mind their manners in social situations. It's a pleasure to have their company.