"Alexandria, no running around!!!" -frustrated mother
There I am at Siam's House, eating a peaceful lunch with Sherman before being dropped off at O'Hare for my trip back to California. The restaurant is quieter than usual because we are eating a late lunch thanks to the horrendous Chicago traffic Sherman got caught in. Unfortunately, the pad thai was not upto its usual delectable par. Maybe they hired a new chef. Ahhh...but the thai iced coffee was still the same, still the best I've ever had.
In comes an asian family - father, mother, and child. The little girl has an unusually low husky voice with which she excitedly points to the aquarium yelling out, "Fish! Fish! Fish!" The dad is following closely behind her and scoops her up in his arms so that she can have a better view. At one glance, I decide that they are Korean by the way they are dressed. Sure enough, I hear the mom and dad speaking korean to each other. As they take a seat, the little girl (looked about 2 years old) starts running around wildly through the entire restaurant still screaming, "Fish! Fish! Fish!" She is not ready to take her seat. The mom yells out the above quote but does not get out of her chair. The little girl ignores her mom's command and continues to run wild.
It is extremely difficult to be a parent. I don't even know who came up with the phrase "keeping your child under control." There is no such thing. Well, at least not all the time. Sometimes by pure luck you get a child who is not too head strong and is compliant. Sometimes you don't. It takes so much more work to take care of a strong-willed child. But all children are precious and should be loved and properly taken care of.
When I see moms, I sometimes wonder what kind of a mama I would be or rather I would like to be. Definitely not the yelling kind, but I'm sure I will have my moments. Definitely not the smacking kind. I mean I believe in corporal punishment but I hate seeing parents whack their kids around in public, especially on their heads. I also notice the moms' body shape and dress. I hope I can get back to my normal shape. I hope I will still dress for comfort and for self-amusement. Most of all, I hope I can keep my cool and be more patient than I ever thought possible.
There I am at Siam's House, eating a peaceful lunch with Sherman before being dropped off at O'Hare for my trip back to California. The restaurant is quieter than usual because we are eating a late lunch thanks to the horrendous Chicago traffic Sherman got caught in. Unfortunately, the pad thai was not upto its usual delectable par. Maybe they hired a new chef. Ahhh...but the thai iced coffee was still the same, still the best I've ever had.
In comes an asian family - father, mother, and child. The little girl has an unusually low husky voice with which she excitedly points to the aquarium yelling out, "Fish! Fish! Fish!" The dad is following closely behind her and scoops her up in his arms so that she can have a better view. At one glance, I decide that they are Korean by the way they are dressed. Sure enough, I hear the mom and dad speaking korean to each other. As they take a seat, the little girl (looked about 2 years old) starts running around wildly through the entire restaurant still screaming, "Fish! Fish! Fish!" She is not ready to take her seat. The mom yells out the above quote but does not get out of her chair. The little girl ignores her mom's command and continues to run wild.
It is extremely difficult to be a parent. I don't even know who came up with the phrase "keeping your child under control." There is no such thing. Well, at least not all the time. Sometimes by pure luck you get a child who is not too head strong and is compliant. Sometimes you don't. It takes so much more work to take care of a strong-willed child. But all children are precious and should be loved and properly taken care of.
When I see moms, I sometimes wonder what kind of a mama I would be or rather I would like to be. Definitely not the yelling kind, but I'm sure I will have my moments. Definitely not the smacking kind. I mean I believe in corporal punishment but I hate seeing parents whack their kids around in public, especially on their heads. I also notice the moms' body shape and dress. I hope I can get back to my normal shape. I hope I will still dress for comfort and for self-amusement. Most of all, I hope I can keep my cool and be more patient than I ever thought possible.
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