Some days we have screamers. Some days we have runners. And some days, like today, we have the quiet demons. I'm talking about children.
You know some parents who think that if the kid isn't screaming, that means they're being good? I hate those parents sometimes even MORE than the parents of screamers. Why? Because at least a good portion of parents understand that screaming kids are a nuisance. It might not be the kid being bad or anything, I get that. Still, most parents recognize that screaming isn't the ideal. It's not like, a goal. They don't look at the screaming child and say, "aw, isn't my little helper adorable?" (Again, mostly, because I have witnessed a mom deliberately take something from a baby and laugh when she cried. "Haha, she has fabric withdrawals")
But parents of quiet demons are smug. They think that since the kid is quietly doing something -anything- that means they are successfully parenting. "Goodness, look how patient little Susie is being today!" thinks the parent.
Here's the problem with that. That kid is quietly destroying the flipping store. They create bouquets of fake flowers and thoughtfully leave them throughout the store, Easter egg hunt style. They take dozens of strung beads and decorate all the baskets with them. They carefully find all the glittery buttons and hide them in a wooden chest. They take fabric off the bolt and wrap it around themselves to pretend it's a dress, and leave it crumbled on the floor.
And these parents will actually try to get me to validate this. "Oh, well, it keeps him quiet." or "it's great how she uses her imagination!" I have such a hard time with that. I flat out refuse to say anything positive, so I pretty much say nothing. *sigh*
You know some parents who think that if the kid isn't screaming, that means they're being good? I hate those parents sometimes even MORE than the parents of screamers. Why? Because at least a good portion of parents understand that screaming kids are a nuisance. It might not be the kid being bad or anything, I get that. Still, most parents recognize that screaming isn't the ideal. It's not like, a goal. They don't look at the screaming child and say, "aw, isn't my little helper adorable?" (Again, mostly, because I have witnessed a mom deliberately take something from a baby and laugh when she cried. "Haha, she has fabric withdrawals")
But parents of quiet demons are smug. They think that since the kid is quietly doing something -anything- that means they are successfully parenting. "Goodness, look how patient little Susie is being today!" thinks the parent.
Here's the problem with that. That kid is quietly destroying the flipping store. They create bouquets of fake flowers and thoughtfully leave them throughout the store, Easter egg hunt style. They take dozens of strung beads and decorate all the baskets with them. They carefully find all the glittery buttons and hide them in a wooden chest. They take fabric off the bolt and wrap it around themselves to pretend it's a dress, and leave it crumbled on the floor.
And these parents will actually try to get me to validate this. "Oh, well, it keeps him quiet." or "it's great how she uses her imagination!" I have such a hard time with that. I flat out refuse to say anything positive, so I pretty much say nothing. *sigh*
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