amijane, I can relate to many of your complaints, really. There is a tacit approval of procreating - sometimes a really tangible one. It’s also an unspoken assumption that this next generation is going to help take care of the collective us in our old age, so there is a quid pro quo to it.
(on preview) jaderabbit many OBs will obtain disability cards for their clients – particularly one who’s carrying twins, fercryinoutloud!! That soft ligament part, that was the worst; it kills me when people talk about pregnant women “carrying an extra 30 lbs out front” as if that was the only problem! I couldn’t lift my foot to put on pants, the pain in my hip was excruciating; it was just impossible. Good news is, that whole problem goes away within hours of delivery!!
The other thing I really wanted to point out, I’ve been thinking about this for a while (and it might have been better placed in a different thread, but this has been an interesting discussion at points and the kids are napping so here I go) is that I worry that our American culture’s frequent annoyance with small children and their mothers contributes to child abuse.
Now, I know everyone’s got a story about how somebody’s brat really DIDN’T belong at a particular restaurant or theatre and totally ruined their evening, and I won’t argue those instances. In fact, I’ll tell you right now that mothers are among those who find such intrusions particularly annoying, since THEY’VE gone to the time and expense of procuring a babysitter, and REALLY want to get away from kid noise for a change.
What I mean, though, is that “kid time”, “kid space”, “kid needs” are of a totally different dimension than the adult world. There’s a reason why those old sci-fi movies featured short invaders, and it’s because small kids are aliens.
Which means that a mom who’s paying attention to her children has to partially inhabit that bizarro world.
We’re not moving as quickly through the line at McDonald’s, for example, b/c for little 'uns this is an adventure that requires some exploring, both in and out of the queue (which is why I never take mine there when it’s noon and hard-working people need to get their food quickly and go…but that’s been done in other threads).
It seems to me that 90% of daily life in this country is about moving fast and making money, and small children just don’t fit into that matrix. Are we supposed to keep them in a box somewhere until they grow up?
If the good people of the Dope who get so upset at instances of child abuse and neglect want to have an effect on the problem, I suggest they practice visible tolerance of mothers and their children in public places. You won’t stop the worst cases from happening, because there is Evil in the world – but you might well diminish the lesser events. You might help a Mom keep her temper in check by demonstrating your understanding that her job is to wrangle aliens, and they sometimes need extra time and space. It would be a better expenditure of time and effort than semantic niggling over issues of entitlement. Empathy accomplishes more than scorn.
There’s a wonderful little piece in the new “O” magazine on this subject. A corporate “conflict expert” (who even knew there was such a thing?) says that
[quote = Anna Maravelas]
Everyone feels rushed…And each of us has about 30 frustrations a day. They can be little things, hassles, minicrises, but when we’re tired, we get mad…The first (reaction) is to blame someone else when a problem arises. The other is to blame ourselves…They grow out of the same thinking pattern: (i)I’m frustrated because of someone’s stupidity(/i)
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Her strategy for avoiding this dichomoty is to remind yourself that “There’s something going on in the other person’s life that I can’t see. If I knew what it was, his behavior would make sense to me.”
She uses the example of a driver who’s in a big hurry, on his way to a really important meeting and already feeling anxious when he’s caught at a red light. The woman in front isn’t watching the light, she’s looking in the backseat of her car. As the light changes she doesn’t move – but instead, (i)gets out of her car and starts digging around in the back seat(/i)!
Of course this makes the driver purple with rage at her inconsideration and self-centeredness. He rolls down the window and screams at her, but it’s a couple minutes more before she moves.
What he didn’t know, though, (and this is a true story) is that the woman’s toddler was choking in the back seat and the woman was frantically trying to clear her child’s throat.
I’m not saying that every inconsiderate parent out there is doing the Heimlich; just that “kidland” is vastly different universe.