Monday, October 31, 2011

On Being Nice

I have so, SO many shoots to edit, so whilst I am busy editing (and preparing for Halloween festivities), I shall leave you with a story or two...

There I was at Walmart.  I was minding my own business.  Q and I had stopped to grab a couple of items, so we didn't have a cart.  And I still can't lift him because of my surgery, so I couldn't have buckled him in one anyway.  But he was holding my hand and helping me quickly navigate through the store.  We stopped to look at one of the last little items needed for our costumes, and suddenly Q decided he needed to dart off around the corner, as he loves to do...especially after he's lulled me into a false sense of security.  I immediately ran after him and caught him in  the next aisle.  As I held his hand and talked to him for the umpteenth time about running away unexpectedly, an older lady muttered under her breath, "You should be watching your child."  Grrrr!  My temper flared immediately and I couldn't decide if I should confront her or not...but in the end, I was in a hurry and didn't want to waste my time.  I wanted to tell her that I was in fact watching my child, which is why I caught him and was only a mere two and a half steps behind him.  He is an active three-year old boy who sometimes gets the urge to run off and add excitement to his wee life.  But.  That does not mean in any way, shape, or form... that I am not watching him.  He is always on my radar...for I am his mother.


And then compare that with the other day at Target, when the little boy wouldn't keep his shoes on and I had one of those carts with the seats at the front so he could climb in (but he could also wiggle his way out of the straps), and he was dragging his socked feet as I pushed the cart.  I had tried to coax him to stop and stay in his seat many multiple times, but it wasn't happening.  An older lady walked by and commented on how filthy his socks were going to be.  I sighed and agreed and she immediately responded with a cheery, "But it doesn't matter.  Who cares if his socks are dirty!"  And just like that I took a deep breath, and thought, "She's right. What does it matter, if it keeps him busy?  It's just a pair of socks."  Even though she didn't say much... her small, happy comment made me relax and remind myself yet again, that he's just a little boy and I'm doing my best.  It also made me commit to help frazzled mothers at the store when I am older, not make them feel worse or more frustrated.  I vow to comment on their cute rugrats, or notice something great they did, or just give them a smile and tell them I've been there and it's a hard, exhausting job.  I don't want to be one of those Negative Nasties who somehow forgot what it was like to have a rambunctious toddler in tow.

So.  Here's to spreading the love and being more nice.  Even to the strangers.


  1. Being nice is great, but if someone decides to stick their nose into your business, I've come up with a great line for you to use:

    "Why don't you reel that pointy old nose of yours back onto your ugly face where it belongs?"

    And then you can feel free to utter any additional derogatory names of your choosing. :)

    Here's to throwing it back in their faces! :~D You're a great mommy, Lou. :)

  2. Generally, those that make negative comments about kids are those that never had kids and are thus self-proclaimed experts in raising them. Feel pitty on them, not anger!!! :-)

  3. Amen! I am so tired of the crotchety old people (not all but a lot of them snow birds) making comments. They must forget what it was like when their kids were little or maybe they chose not to have any. Who knows but I do the same thing. When other people make comments when a kid is screaming or throwing a fit, I just ask if I can help as I have a 2.5 year old in that faze too. It is hard and I know what your saying Erica. These little ones are more head strong then the rest and we just have to be a little more resilient, spread more love, and watch like a hawk!

  4. I too take this vow to say nice things to fellow struggling mothers. My little red headed, nearly 4 year old likes to keep our outings full of adventure. Little kindness goes a LONG way. I've always appreciated those thoughtful words - especially from a caring stranger who has been there before.


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