It used to be that I use a new mother and I would get embarrassed if my kids drew attention to themselves – mainly because old(er) people are just plain grumpy about kids most of the time. Since when did old(er) people decide kids were evil?
The thing is, after three kids – the third being a boy – I don’t even blink twice now. When SuperBoy’s security number comes up on the screen at the front of church and I go get him and he apparently has told his Sunday School teacher he threw up and is lying on the floor of the church hallway rolling around and she is patiently handing me his “build your own Old Testament Tabernacle” craft (including a ball of tinfoil – I guess to stand for silver?). I smile at the teacher and thank her for helping.
When SuperBoy runs in the big Target circle in front of our Target because it looks like a hamster wheel….doesn’t phase me. Even when he runs up to it loudly yelling, “I have to run in my hamster wheel, Mom!”
SuperBoy loudly asks me about prices on toys at the store now. “How much is this??” “Ten dollars.” SuperBoy loudly replies:”That’s soooo much!”
Doesn’t phase me.
SuperBoy makes BFF’s with the waitress at Olive Garden and says maybe he could have two after dinner mints because he saw some in a basket…she kindly brings them over – laughing at SuperBoy, because over lunch, they’ve become buddies.
If he was/is being naughty or loud in a quiet situation, yes, we take care of the issue and make him behave. But most of the time, he’s not doing anything wrong, he’s just so stinkin’ happy and can’t contain the joy!
It’s too bad old(er) people have so much joy sucked out of them they can’t crack a smile at a 6 year old running in his hamster wheel.