I witnessed a tragedy a few days ago. I was standing in line (a very long line) at Ross. I was behind a young mother and her little boy who looked to be about 3. He was getting antsy (as was I) and starting to fidget around a little with the stuff piled up near the check out in hopes of inspiring a last minute impulse purchase. He was bothering no one except his mother who was probably at the end of a very short, tightly-wound rope. When jerking his arm nearly out of its socket didn't achieve her desired result she resorted to hissing at him, "I'm so sick of you! I wish I could give you away!"
Her words and tone made me sick to my stomach. But what followed broke my heart. The boy threw his arms around his mother's legs and began sobbing, "I'll miss you, Mommy! Please don't! I'll miss you! Please, Mommy, no!" Over and over and over. People in line were horrified. The mother was lucky there were no millstones handy.
Looking around nervously at the people staring daggers at her she tried to pry him off her leg and assure him that she was just kidding. He couldn't hear her over his own hysterical sobs. The damage was done.
This is Simi whose mother would never say anything mean to her. She is just a reminder of how precious our little ones are.
How sad.
ReplyDeleteYou should have put a warning on this post: "Don't read if you feel like you've been a particularly crappy mom today." We all have those days. Let's hope this woman was having one of her worst. Sadly that's probably not the case.
ReplyDeleteOr maybe the warning should read, "Don't read this post if you are anywhere close to PMS, because you will cry and smear the makeup you just put on for the first time in a week!"
ReplyDeleteSo sad, I hope this mom was embarrassed enough to learn her lesson.