My husband and I were in Costco yesterday, a place I never go to and hopefully I will never have to go again, but there we were. With an over-tired preschooler who didn’t really want to be there unless we were planning to go to the toy aisle.
Then she caught a glimpse of the boxes upon boxes of dolls down one aisle and a total nuclear meltdown followed. Mommy started getting ‘those looks’ from people. Even people with kids who weren’t screaming. So I picked up a dolly and gave it to her. Silence enveloped the area around our cart.
Why, oh why, did I give in? I have set an unbelievably dangerous precedent for future shopping trips anywhere. Why do I care what the people in Costco think? It’s not the ballet! It’s not fine dining! It’s COSTCO!
And I don’t think it’s that I was worried that she was disturbing the customers with her wailing. I think I was worried that they would think that I was an ineffective mother, which clearly I am since I did the very thing you shouldn’t: I gave in.
Raising kids is like meeting mountain gorillas: if they charge, never run.
Thanks to Diann Fossey for that last tidbit, and an even bigger thanks to Ali Martell for the inspiration for this post.