Picture of my kids from 2 1/2 years ago
Aubry, JJ, and Isaac
Have you ever just thought you had the only kids that fought every single minute of every day? Have you ever thought that you were the only one who had a child that knew how to pitch a major fit? Or maybe you are the only one who has a child who never cleans her room or when she does you just find the mess has moved to the closet or under the bed.
When we are out and about in life - we don't always see what is really happening in each other's lives. And some of us are better at hiding the frustrations than others, but we all have them. I am one of those moms who actually gets a happy feeling when I see other children fighting or pitching a fit in public. I know that sounds bad, but it reassures me that I'm not alone out there. Other people's children also misbehave.
I do have a quick story from a couple of years ago. I was in Barnes and Noble with my 3 kids. JJ was just a baby and Isaac was 4 and Aubry was 6. I went there to let the kids play with the train track and just chill for a little while before we had to pick up Ben from the airport. This was also the time when the littlest thing would set Isaac off and we didn't know why. (For example, I"m pretty laid back and don't get too upset about things, but Isaac all the sudden would just cry and scream for an hour if he would accidentally spill a couple of drops of water - something I really don't care about.) Anyway all that to say that out of the blue Isaac had one of these screaming and crying episodes and I don't even remember what set him off, but I remember very clearly "the walk" out of Barnes and Noble.
Let me give you a visual of "the walk" - Picture a mom with an infant in a sling, a 6 year old walking beside her and a 4 year old in the stroller very upset and screaming. I remember a couple of moms gave me a sympathetic look of understanding. But I will never forget the lady who looked at me and shook her head with disgust. A look that made me feel like I was the worst mom in the world for not being able to control my child. A look that made me have to fight back those tears that were about ready to flow freely and would have made for an even more comical scene. I just kept walking past her as her eyes were watching me and my children the whole time. Inside I was fighting the urge to go tell her what it is like and that she has no right to judge what she doesn't know. But I just kept walking...
After things settled down and I was able to reflect and even to this day I will reflect on it, I realize it is all about perception and experience. This lady was simply looking at me as a mom who couldn't control her child and probably thought I needed a lesson on discipline. She has probably never had the experience of having a child who had difficulty controlling his emotions. I know that since I have had these experiences with Isaac, when I see other people with a child misbehaving my perception has changed. I feel like I can relate and understand what it is like to have a child pitch a fit in a public place. I feel like many times there is way more to their story than I will ever know and it is never my place to judge another person.