I was at the library recently, standing near the check-out desk, looking at the used books for sale. There was this woman with a young son and he was running rampant. He was about four. He was laughing non-stop and getting behind the counter, which got him some stern words from the librarian.
Basically she kept asking the same question over and over and they kept answering her and it wasn’t good enough, apparently, because she wouldn’t leave or watch her child.
He came up behind me and slapped me on my outer thigh. Being touched is one of my triggers. I got, well, very very mad. He was laughing. I yelled at him. It was obvious what he had done because I said so. I said, you don’t get to slap me. You don’t get to touch other people. It’s not funny.
The mother did nothing. Seriously dude, really? How can you just stand there and say nothing? Nothing?! That got me madder.
If she had only said I’m sorry I would have stopped talking after the first sentence. If only she had gotten ahold of him and acted like it was wrong I would have stopped. Seriously dude, really? I don’t get your mothering.
Finally she said to him, yes, she is right, you don’t get to touch other people.
I’ve known a lot of kids and seen a lot more in my life, but never had a child come into my life who thought it was okay to go up to a stranger adult and slap them. Seriously dude, really? What kind of parenting is that?