Got my judgy pants on today
And I’m not apologising.
Two incidents today which I rather wish I hadn’t seen, because I couldn’t do anything about either:
Mr Nice Guy
Wee boy, looks about 3, goes running across a carpark and bashes into some metal railings. Blunt railings, thankfully, and he wasn’t running that fast. Falls over and starts screaming his head off.
Mother picks him up and gives him a big hug and kisses his face all over, trying to calm him down. Dad yells “that’s your own fault! You were tellt not to go running off! You brought that on yourself!”
Dad’s reaction actually stopped me in my tracks. I gawped gormlessly at them all. Why would the father do that? Why would his first reaction be to his kid to yell at him and give him a row?!
Once the mother had finished mopping up the wee boy, which took a good few minutes as he was really distraught, they all wandered off.
Leaving me wondering why on earth anger had been the father’s first reaction – or rather, why was anger his reaction at all – and why the mother just accepted his reaction as normal. Maybe it is normal in that family. But the poor wee lad! He was only little! Why would you do that?
Put your phones away!
I took my wee lass to a soft play cafe for lunch today. Loads of toys all over the floor for toddlers to play with, with tables round the edge of the room for the parents to sit and have a coffee at and watch their children play. At nearly 2, the wee lass still needs a lot of interaction and attention, and that’s fine – I get myself a coffee but know fine I’ll be up and down out of my seat like a jack-in-the-box, seeing to her, helping her with various activities, stopping her from thumping children twice her size (bad phase at the moment!), and just generally seeing she’s okay and helping her enjoy herself.
At the next table from me sit a mother and a father of a girl who looks about 1 or thereabouts. She’s an engaging wee thing and although she’s walking pretty well, she’s so young she really does need a lot of help with the various toys when she gets tangled up in them or doesn’t know what to do with them.
But these parents barely looked up from their phones the whole time I was there. The father was mucking about on his and giving it his full attention, laughing at it now and again, whilst the mother just sighed loudly and heaved herself out of her seat if it was really obviously apparent that the wee girl needed help. When the wee girl tripped and started crying, it took a long moment before the mother dragged her nose of out her phone and muttered “aw for fuck’s sake, not again” and trailed over to pick the wee girl up and set her on her feet again. Then she immediately went back to her phone.
The father hadn’t even looked up at all.
And yes, I’m being judgemental but really, what could be so good or important on those phones that both parents were glued to them for over an hour? They’ll look up one day and that wee girl will have left home and not bothered to tell them. And who’d blame her?
The way they’re going, I predict she’ll be 8 years old when that happens. If not younger.