This is not an apology. I repeat - this is NOT an apology.
Today I became - THAT mom.
The mom who let her kid scream his little head off much to the annoying passing glances of her fellow shoppers in the local BJs.
My excuse is simple. He may have been hungry. Or teething. Or just yearning to be running around instead of sitting in the cold metal shopping cart. Maybe a little combination of everything.
My point is this. Half-way through chasing him through the massive store - I gave up! The tears rolled down his face, drool poured from his mouth and his face was red and flushed. He was besides himself - screaming as if though me holding him, whether in my arms or his hand, was the sickest form of torture imaginable.
Oh, well fellow consumers. Deal with it. Deal with my screaming child. Throw me your most hideous stares, dart your eyes as if to say "God, what is wrong with that mother who can't control her child." After all - I probably looked that way at one time at another at another mother as if to say "Ha! That will never be me...I'm going to do things differently." Alas, if only I knew then what I know now.
Just be thankful you weren't eating in a restaurant with us in the table next to you.
Sincerely,
Ragged Mom of an 18 Month Old
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