Today, I was inaugurated into the world of 'what will they say next' parenting in super style. It has taken two years and ten months of motherhood for my son to come out with something really embarrassing in public but I fear that as he gets older, talks more and tries to understand more of the world around him, we only have worse to come.
So this afternoon, we were in the supermarket chatting away about what was going on around us, when my eldest son made an observation: "Mummy, lady got a baby in her tummy!" The problem was that the lady in question didn't appear to actually have a baby in her tummy at all; she was, I think, just on the large side. And with the usual two year old volume level, there was no way she would not have heard.
Cue Mummy trying to distract toddler with questions about what type of cereal we should get and keeping my head down until the lady had passed. I was so embarassed and felt so bad for her, yet didn't know whether apologising would make things worse, so chose to pretend I'd not even heard Isaac say anything.
It made me realise (again) how much we have to teach our children about social skills to enable them to live in society and make friends (and not offend people!). It is, I fear, going to be a long, and embarrassing road!
Wednesday 20 June 2012
Tuesday 12 June 2012
God knows.
Today I bundled my boys into the double buggy (as the only way to keep them both dry from the rain!) and walked to our local supermarket to stock up on a few items.
The trip was uneventful, in the sense of no crying, tantrums or meltdowns (from me or them!) but as we reached the checkout I was aware that lunch time was looming and they were getting tired.
There followed the usual checkout routine of trying to keep them both happy, dishing out snacks and drinks, letting my eldest help load things onto the checkout belt, letting my youngest hold items that he couldn't open and generally trying to pack everything into the buggy as quickly as possible to make a quick exit.
Just as we were about to leave, the lady in the queue behind me tapped me on the arm and told me: "I think you're doing wonderfully."
At a time when I am struggling with a tenacious one year old who seems to be practicing for a career as a mountaineer, and a two year old who has read and digested every last sentence in the 'Terrible Twos Handbook' I do not often feel at the moment that I am doing wonderfully.
When I told my hubby, he suggested that maybe she had been an angel. Angel or not, it was a lovely reminder that God knows my needs and wants to meet them in unexpected ways.
The trip was uneventful, in the sense of no crying, tantrums or meltdowns (from me or them!) but as we reached the checkout I was aware that lunch time was looming and they were getting tired.
There followed the usual checkout routine of trying to keep them both happy, dishing out snacks and drinks, letting my eldest help load things onto the checkout belt, letting my youngest hold items that he couldn't open and generally trying to pack everything into the buggy as quickly as possible to make a quick exit.
Just as we were about to leave, the lady in the queue behind me tapped me on the arm and told me: "I think you're doing wonderfully."
At a time when I am struggling with a tenacious one year old who seems to be practicing for a career as a mountaineer, and a two year old who has read and digested every last sentence in the 'Terrible Twos Handbook' I do not often feel at the moment that I am doing wonderfully.
When I told my hubby, he suggested that maybe she had been an angel. Angel or not, it was a lovely reminder that God knows my needs and wants to meet them in unexpected ways.
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