Dear fellow bus passengers, i’m sorry that my child will not stop howling on our way home this evening. I know its rush hour, you’re all tired from work and the last thing you wanted to hear was a screaming baby – I’m tired too, and so is my son. We had to wait half an hour longer for the bus, he’s had a long and tiring day too, and he’s just as warm as you are as we all pile onto the bus like sardines. I promise you, throwing dirty looks and tutting at me will not make this bus ride any easier or faster for any of us.
To the woman passing me on the street, throwing out dirty looks because my son has decided to have a mini-meltdown in the middle of the pavement. Its very clear to see that you don’t have kids! They all do it, it happens. Good luck to you on the future birth of perfect Peter.
To the man in Tesco growling at me because my toddler run out in front of your trolley, Im very sorry! he’s just so excited to help me shop and once he found the peppers that I asked for, he couldn’t wait to collect them for me and pop them into the trolley.
To the cashier that pulls her face because I told my son he could pay for his own toy today. I apologise that this might be a little inconvenient for you. The shop seems relatively quiet and there’s nobody waiting behind me so I didn’t think it would be an issue. I’m just trying to teach my child to count, the importance of exchanging money to buy something and how the world works.
To the person driving behind us beeping and getting agitated because we drive to the speed limit. You can clearly see the ‘baby on board’ sign. We’re not doing it for fun – speed limits are there for a reason.
To the other mum in the Disney shop pulling her face as Joshua buys a big PINK bing bong teddy and giving him the ‘spoilt little brat’ look. You don’t know me or my son. If I want to buy my child a bright pink elephant teddy, because thats what he likes, then I bloody well will!
To the other families in the restaurant saying ‘great, we’re surrounded by kids, this doesn’t seem very promising’ – what’s the issue? Just because my sons only 3 doesn’t mean he’s going to be running around shitting into his hands and throwing it around the restaurant. He probably has better table manners than you.
To the world, full of judgmental people – feel free to judge me. I’m rubbish at drawing on my eyebrows, I usually forget to carry baby wipes and I wear sandals whatever the weather because they’re comfy. Judge away.
But why, oh why do people find it acceptable to pull their face at children. They are our next generation. They cry because they don’t yet understand how to express their feelings properly. They get excited at shopping because they’re learning about money and food and exploring new things to cook with mummy later. They might throw a strop (and admittedly, sometimes for no reason at all) but how is that YOUR business? How is frowning at ME going to help the situation? How dare you frown because my son is sat at a table relatively close to you? What has he ever done to you to deserve that? There are so many people that don’t like children, and thats fine, but please do not throw your awful mood or shade towards me or my son because i’ll only return with my son, my niece, my friend and her daughter, and we will proceed to do whatever it is that you’re so damn angry with 10 times more.
Dear rude, ignorant, judgemental people – children are humans too for goodness sake. Stop being so bloody up-tight. Let them enjoy all of the wonders of the world that you forgotten to appreciate. Let them learn new things and express their feelings. If a child waves at you, WAVE BACK! If they say sorry for bumping into you as you pass in the street, ACCEPT THEIR APOLOGY OR APOLOGIZE BACK!
Just because your life didn’t turn out to be all sunshine and rainbows, doesn’t mean that theirs can’t be!
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