Thank you, SlowMindThinking, for getting my name almost right.
Most people spell it ‘chotti’ and that feels like Gotti somehow.
It’s actually a plural. No. Don’t ask.
It’s just…
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Look, I take my kids to the post office, and let them go in and mail the book I’ve sold on half.com - they fight over who gets to go in and mail it. And they’ll go in and stand very patiently in what may be very long lines, or carry on courteous conversations with folks in line who are surprised to see a small child mailing a package. People are startled, I think, to find articulate, polite children loose in public during the day. Augh!
We go to the grocery store. If it’s a small purchase, I let them do it. Why not? Social interactions and social transactions are part of socialization, and in my mind, the ability to speak politely and to complete everyday transactions with people of every age, is more effective socialization than the ability to go through days and weeks and years segregated among 30 kids your own age. But people overlook them. They assume - that child must be with some adult. They’ll be rude sometimes and deliberately overlook them, simply for being children, despite the fact there’s a package and money in their hands. I have to tell my kids, "Look. Speak up, say “EXCUSE ME, MA’AM” and when they look at you, say “I want to mail this, book rate please.” Or even “I want to give you money. It’s my turn.”
I never see my neighbor kids. Why? Because they’re all in school all day. And when they aren’t - in the summer, for example - they’re all in summer camp because their parents work, or they flat out won’t play with my kids because they’re not in the same grade, or they don’t go to their school, or some other stupidity. Or they’re inside the house, playing computer games. I’ve got a neighborhood full of children I never see. My children never see.
Well, no wonder I feel so weird, out at the grocery store in the middle of the day with my little flock of kids. People aren’t used to seeing children. Aren’t they supposed to be, you know, in school? Where they can be turned into productive members of society? (Except their very segregation from society, it seems to me, means that when they’re suddenly turned loose (when they get cars, or graduate,) they’re at a societal disadvantage.) I seem to remember having a very hard time adjusting to the idea of being grown up, or even being acknowledged as anything but a kid, after graduating. It was like one day I was granted adult status, and all I’d done to earn it was survive 12 years of school. I had a great deal of difficulty shifting from ‘all adults are authority figures who must be listened to in silence’ to ‘you are now an adult, a peer’. Heck. Some days I still don’t feel like I’ve made that shift entirely, especially when I meet someone of my parents’ generation.
I really do think that American society in general wants nothing to do with children, because children are inconvenient to the lives of adults. So you get women who talk about “getting their lives back” after baby is born - sometimes before baby is even born, and you have babies in daycare from a few weeks old, kids in preschool from the age of 2 or 3, then on to regular school, and it all seems rather geared toward making sure that kids are turned into useful citizens, with as little inconvenience to society as possible.
So then, when my kids do appear in public, I catch myself being careful to make them as unobtrusive and un…well…childlike as possible, for fear they’ll annoy or inconvenience somebody. And while part of me sees how unfair that is, I’m also not sure what to do about it. Because after all, lots of people do really despise children - my own sister in law ranted at me about how children are to be seen and not heard. (Then she invited me out to go bar-hopping with her. I politely declined. Lifestyle incompatibility.)
I don’t want my kids to grow up ashamed of being children. But that seems to be the message out there, right down to the kiddie-slut clothes which is about all you can get at the less expensive stores. Grow up! Try to look 16 even though you’re only 6! Grrr.
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