Is the corner for complaints? Ok then, here I am!
We went to the town centre this morning, Albert and me. In the beginning we had a pretty nice time. Generally, we were birthday present hunting for Daddy. In the end, it turned out quite tricky while the ongoing rain become stronger, Albert got less interested and I had trouble getting both some shopping done and keeping him rather entertained. In the end, he did not get a lot of walking to do and so I put him down to walk home the last meters. He had a lot of interest for all the puddles on the way and I tried to prevent him from getting completely soaked and sitting in various amounts of dog poop.
At some point, he just thought it was fun to sit on the pedestrian walk. This was the point when I lost patience, put him bag to his feet and started to loudly complain about the weather, about Albert not wanting to get up and… basically just had an impatient moment. What really made my blood boil was when an elderly italian lady came up to the scene and started to give me some italian list of intstructions of what I would have to do now. She even got somewhat annoyed when I totally ignored her. Of course I did not understand most of what she said (and I did not care what it was anyway), but I understood that she thought he was tired and therefore was not wanting to walk. Then, little Albert redid the same joke again, sat down and laughed when I told him to get up and walk. I think he had a real fun time. I got so fed up with everything at that moment! At that point, I was not only fed up with that lady but also about previous situations that I found bewildering. Why can´t you have your own situations with your child here? Why do people always need to comment on things? Why is everyone getting nervous if your child is running around a few meters away from you if there is no danger around? Why are all the italian kids on the playground always looking so neat and are not allowed to get dirty and the mothers/grannies cast a bewildered look at my dirty son? And why are most mothers commenting and controlling their kids on the playground all the time? I am allright with other people deciding for what they think is best for their kids, but please, give me some space here if I am having an impatient moment in the rain and next to the dog poop! I am not saying I was behaving great here, but at that very moment, all I had got was my impatient self and the desire to complain and arrive at home. I am not saying I am right at all, but why is a stranger feeling so right about telling me off? I know more than enough that I am not a very patient mother and I am trying hard to better myself but I don’t think I need this type of help! The very poor tired child who thought sitting on the sidewalk was fun, was laughing his head off 10 minutes later, jumping on the bed and watching me act like a dying swan to some accidental classical music on the radio. It seems he has survived my impatience. I hope so did the italian lady.
Good to have a corner for complaints. Thanks for „listening“!
