Tuesday, June 15, 2010

In Which I Vent Loudly

Oh my freaking good golly. I do not understand other people's kids. I just don't. I don't understand other people's kids' parents either.
How can they sit and watch their 8 or 9 year old child ignore the instructions, multiple times, from the adult in charge - which was not me - and then throw a fit, a literal fit, screaming and thrashing on the ground when the alternative choice is to sit next to said parent. (As in "if you think casting the fishing line is boring, go sit next to your mother.")
I know, I don't have children, I don't understand the emotional, physical and mental stress of having kids. I realize that children come into this world with personalities of their own and they can't be changed. I really do get that I don't know what it's like to be a parent.
I have seen parenting done well a - very - few times and wonder why some people get it and others don't realize that rules and consequences are a necessary part of life. When your kid disobeys, in a public place, disrupting a large gathering of people, ruining the other children's enjoyment and makes a scene, punish your flippin' kid okay?

This is me and GAH!


Rocketgirl said...

I feel like people judge parents too much - we're always saying "Look at what they're doing!" forgetting sometimes that it's a really, really hard job and we're all screw ups. That being said - it gets my dander up when I'm out in public TRYING - not always succeeding, but at least trying to get my kid to behave, and a parent around me isn't. You can mess up as a parent, and we can't control 'em, but not trying?? That's pretty much the only thing that gets me. Even if you fail while you try and the kid ruins everyone's day I'll totally forgive it, because that's better than DOING NOTHING and ruining everyone else's day.

RHM said...

I've been thinking about this a lot lately.

And it boiled down to this thought: while the mysteries of how my values and morals were imprinted on me by my parents and whatever corrupt things I have going on in my mind, other kids have learned to tune out everyone else's attempts to imprint them. Concurrently: they don't give a rip about your values, even if they are the same as their own.

The best you can do is like Rocketgirl said: try with your own when your little angels become tasmanian devils.

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