I've written before on how I feel there's a lot of competition between mothers for milestones, sleeping, etc and for the most part I haven't bought into it (for the most part). However, I was at a cafe in Park Slope the other day with a friend enjoying a latte and I took a glance around and do you know what I saw...
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Babies. Everywhere. Babies playing happily on their moms lap. Babies sitting quietly in strollers. Babies in wraps. Babies letting their moms chat, drink coffee, and type on their laptops. Do you know what I didn't see? Squalling, fussing, screaming, whining, children whose mothers were frantically trying to avoid the baleful glare of strangers and I thought to myself "Did these mothers drug their kids with some kind of baby Ambien?"
I was a bit jealous. These babies were so good. I wondered why not Isabella? Then it dawned on me, I haven't really tried. Sure we've gone places, out to dinner, out to breakfast, for pictures, to parties, but they didn't always go over so well so I always shied away and outings were reserved for things we needed to do, with the exceptions of walks which are daily.
So I manned up and tackled the outings of outings...the mall...at Christmas time. And do you wanna know something?
She was good as gold. Stayed in her stroller. Laughed at the people. Charmed the "HO HO HO" out of Santa. But when I did see a baby screaming in a stroller, there was no baleful glare, only a sympathetic smile.
Posted by Melissa G. at 2:59 AM