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First of all, I would like to say that I do really like kids. I have a four-year-old cousin who calls me Auntie. When I know I'm going to see her that day, I put fun cute stuff in my purse so she's not bored with all the adults, and we build blanket forts and play with plah-doh together. My other cousins--two year old twins--have pulled my hair and thrown up on me, and I love them very much.
And hey, if the little boy in his mother's grocery cart is staring at my necklace because he wants it, I'll let him touch it. I'll smile at the little girl who turns around in the booth and stares at me with deadpan eyes while I'm trying to eat my wendy's sandwich. It's all good.
What I DON'T understand is the parents who literally do not seem to CARE what their children do in public. When I worked retail, we had women would would come in with a small herd of kids under the age of ten, and they would just let them run throughout the store unsupervised. Once, I remember having to hold the door closed so that a toddler (who I think wasn't even old enough to talk) wouldn't LEAVE. No mother in sight.
Do you want your kids to end up on the news?
Today, I went to the post office. Now granted, it was 8 AM and I was cranky, and anxious about mailing off some queries. There was a little girl, maybe five or six, running the length of the PO boxes saying "I win, mommy, I win." And her mother, thumbing absently through mail, said "don't run in the store, baby." Like, once, she said this.
So fast foward, I'm in line. This girl and her mother are behind me, and I notice the little girl is INCHING UP to me. And when I say inching up, I mean she was literally touching me. And she was standing behind me so I couldn't see her, but I could freaking feel her coat swishing against my jeans. And the mother is just STANDING THERE not even saying anything.
I could say "little girl, I am not a mother koala, lay off," but why should I? She's not my kid. I didn't give birth to her. I didn't raise her. I don't cut her hot dogs into little circle-shaped chunks and serve it with broccoli so she gets a well-balanced dinner. This child is in no way my responsibility.
And clearly, she was testing her mother's limits by doing this. As I moved away, looking to the mother to give an all-too-clear hint, the girl followed me, snickering. Literally touching me, and behind me so I couldn't see her.
What the hell?
Crabbiness aside, how does this mother know I'm not some derranged lunatic who steals little girls when their mothers are thumbing through their mail? Would it have hurt to say "Dearest heart, come stand by mommy?" Or my own mother's much more effective "Get over here now." No option at all.
Am I too old to say I miss the days when parents watched their children? If I'd done something like that, my mother would have punished me severly because she didn't want me to misbehave or, worse, get snatched up by some lunatic. She was kinda insane that way.
And hey, if the little boy in his mother's grocery cart is staring at my necklace because he wants it, I'll let him touch it. I'll smile at the little girl who turns around in the booth and stares at me with deadpan eyes while I'm trying to eat my wendy's sandwich. It's all good.
What I DON'T understand is the parents who literally do not seem to CARE what their children do in public. When I worked retail, we had women would would come in with a small herd of kids under the age of ten, and they would just let them run throughout the store unsupervised. Once, I remember having to hold the door closed so that a toddler (who I think wasn't even old enough to talk) wouldn't LEAVE. No mother in sight.
Do you want your kids to end up on the news?
Today, I went to the post office. Now granted, it was 8 AM and I was cranky, and anxious about mailing off some queries. There was a little girl, maybe five or six, running the length of the PO boxes saying "I win, mommy, I win." And her mother, thumbing absently through mail, said "don't run in the store, baby." Like, once, she said this.
So fast foward, I'm in line. This girl and her mother are behind me, and I notice the little girl is INCHING UP to me. And when I say inching up, I mean she was literally touching me. And she was standing behind me so I couldn't see her, but I could freaking feel her coat swishing against my jeans. And the mother is just STANDING THERE not even saying anything.
I could say "little girl, I am not a mother koala, lay off," but why should I? She's not my kid. I didn't give birth to her. I didn't raise her. I don't cut her hot dogs into little circle-shaped chunks and serve it with broccoli so she gets a well-balanced dinner. This child is in no way my responsibility.
And clearly, she was testing her mother's limits by doing this. As I moved away, looking to the mother to give an all-too-clear hint, the girl followed me, snickering. Literally touching me, and behind me so I couldn't see her.
What the hell?
Crabbiness aside, how does this mother know I'm not some derranged lunatic who steals little girls when their mothers are thumbing through their mail? Would it have hurt to say "Dearest heart, come stand by mommy?" Or my own mother's much more effective "Get over here now." No option at all.
Am I too old to say I miss the days when parents watched their children? If I'd done something like that, my mother would have punished me severly because she didn't want me to misbehave or, worse, get snatched up by some lunatic. She was kinda insane that way.