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Thursday, February 28, 2013

Stop Looking At Me Like That!

I can't remember now what the little thing was that set him off that day in the checkout line at A.C. Moore. My (normally well-behaved and reserved) four year old was pitching a holy terror of a conniption fit right there in the middle of the checkout line as the cashier was ringing up the flowers I was going to use to make two arrangements for his daddy's new headstone.

I can't remember what it was now because it wasn't about that little useless, insignificant, material thing he suddenly thought he wanted more than anything...the thing I had just denied him...and I knew it as well as he did. But nobody else in that store that day knew it, least of all the cashier. I could feel their condemnations piercing me in the form of judging stares, disapproving nods, and breathless whispers. 

I knew the kinds of things they were probably thinking and muttering under their breath. I knew because it was the same kinds of things I would have been thinking just a couple of months earlier had I witnessed a child behaving that way in public...

Somebody needs some good old-fashioned discipline! Well, if that were my child I'd...







It's all so easy to do when we're not the ones in the midst of the sh*t storm. I wanted so much to stand up on that checkout counter and scream and shout...


I wanted to pitch a holy terror of a conniption fit hurl those flowers at every single pair of those judging eyes and explain to them that this was not a simple case of the spoiled child who'd never heard the word 'no' before. This was about grief...

Big, fat, nasty, horrific GRIEF...the kind no four year old child should ever have to know.This was about a grieving child releasing his pain, anger and overwhelming emotion in the most childish way imaginable because hey, guess what?! He's only four years old! And his daddy died! 

I wanted to scream those painful, angry explanations at all those silent, judging stares and end with..."So put that in your judgy pipes and smoke it! And STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT while you're at it!" 

But of course I didn't do or say any of those things. (Not out loud anyway) Instead I gritted my teeth, fought back my own tears and tried desperately to calm my inconsolable child as I simultaneously swiped my credit card before taking my receipt and finally making my way out the door and across the parking lot with my bags of flowers and fit-pitching child. 

I can't remember what that thing was he wanted. I can't even remember if he finally stopped when we got in the car or if he cried all the way home. But I will never forget those looks of judgment cast upon us by total strangers who had no knowledge or understanding whatsoever of our reality or station in life. 

I remember it, after all these years, every single time I find myself tempted to cast a stare of judgment upon a total stranger in a similar situation and so I smack my inner Judgy McJudgerson right down and keep my eyes to myself...

Written in response to Writer's Workshop prompt:  Incorporate the phrase “stop looking at me like that” into your post. 

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  1. I feel the same way! My little girl is extremely active and wants to be doing everything all at once, making her uncontrollable at times. And because of her drive and independence it then causes her to "do her own" thing when she is instructed to do something else. It drives me nuts because I am THAT child's mom....I hate the feeling of what people think when she acts that way and then gets mad when I bring her to something she doesn't want to do. Every person who is a parent, shouldn't judges other parents, you would think we would understand...but alas, we are human. Thank God for His grace and forgiveness! Hang in there mama!!

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  2. Six weeks after the boy's dad dies Youngest was having meltdowns all over the place.

    I totally get this on a different, but very much the same level.

  3. We just never know what people are actually going through. I try so hard not to judge when I see a child misbehaving, b/c I've been the mom who has had a child who acts different for a good reason. Not b/c he's bad, but b/c he's scared or nervous or whatever. No one ever really knows. It's been a while! Good to see you. :)

  4. As I always say, "You never know what someone else is going through until you've walked a mile in their shoes". Everyone is struggling with something, so I try my best to not pass judgement and simply empathize with them. We've all been there on one level or another.

  5. Really, really powerful and the quote was like the exclamation point. xo

  6. Love the badge. So true. We never know what others are going through. We're so quick to judge. I think that's the human heart, and that's why we need God's perspective.
    from The Dugout

  7. Now that I'm a seasoned parent.... I try to encourage those moms in the trenches.... Of TANTRUMS! We gotta look out for each other.

    And, to get that we have no idea what is really going on with people is always good to remember.