Thursday, August 11, 2011
This weekend we had an hour long meeting...with no child care provided. Jude was wild. He walked the aisles. He ate a green apple, and spit out the skin. He talked loudly. And when he was corrected for pulling the AV cords or hugging strangers' legs, he threw fits. Basically, he was his one year old self.
He's not a quiet one year old.
It seemed like everyone else's kid was sitting mutely in their parent's lap. They didn't throw fits or spit apple. They just sat and listened.
Is Jude supposed to sit and listen at this age?
I'm finding that living in such close quarters definitely makes parenting feel like a more public affair. I was embarrassed. And when that girl with no kids turned her head to look when Jude let out a little noise, I wanted to tell her to turn around. Suddenly, I pictured myself pre-parenthood, with my neck stretched out on a Sunday morning when some child was breaking my concentration. This is payback time for all that judgement I poured out in those years. All those times I thought "I'll never let my kid act like that." And trust me, I've thought it plenty. I think I'll be eating my own judgement for about 18 years now.
Consider this my inaugural lament over judging other parents.