We sat down, and the only available table was squashed between several other tables. Way too close for comfort. Then we waited forever for anyone to wait on us. The kids were really hungry, and acting up. India was doing the screeching thing where she tries out her voice and thinks it’s really funny. Jafta is imitating her, and playing with everything on the table, and whining about wanting his food. I am sitting there sweating and trying my best to entertain them both: frantically passing out crayons, crackers, and anything I can find to hush them up.
There is an older woman having lunch with a friend at the table next to us. She’s clearly apalled by our presence and letting me know with lots of passive-aggressive sighs and eye-rolls every time India makes a noise. Jafta drops a spoon and she glares at me.
Meanwhile, I’m feeling frazzled and mortified and thinking maybe I should leave. I’m doing my best to keep the kids cool. Where the heck is the waitress? It’s such a bad situation.
Finally, India screeches again, and this woman turns to me and says, “We are TRYING to have a conversation over here and I can’t hear a word over your two kids”.
I turn to her and say, “We’re all frustrated. They haven’t even taken my order yet and the kids are really hungry”.
Then she says “well, your kids are totally out of control”.
Okay. Them’s fighting words. Now I’m fuming. It’s not like I’m sitting there reading a novel or talking on my cell phone. Clearly I am a mother working her butt off to placate two rowdy, hungry kids. Suddenly I become an insane, confrontational mother.
Me: Listen. I’m doing the best I can. What would you suggest?
Lady: Give them some crackers or something!
Me: They have crackers. They have crayons.
Lady: The baby keeps screaming.
Me: Yes, and I’m shushing her. There’s not much I can do.
Lady: You could keep her quiet!
Me: What do you want mean to do, smack her? She’s a baby!!
Lady: And THAT one. (pointing at Jafta. My son.) She’s out of control.
Me: HE is just playing.
Lady: She’s being totally loud.
Me: Okay, he’s a boy.
Lady: Well I had four sons and they never acted like that. I don’t care what he is, he’s out of control.
Okay, now I’m boiling. “I don’t care WHAT he is???” Who says that about a child? In front of a child? I’m starting to feel like I’m dealing with a racist here, but stifle that thought so I don’t completely lose my cool.
As all this is happening, people have started to stare. She’s being loud, and I’m being loud. I’m feeling totally defensive and yet also fighting tears.
Me: Well since you were such a perfect mother, why don’t you come on over and manage them? I’m all ears. What is the secret? What would you suggest me do right now?
Lady: Well, they shouldn’t even be here.
Me: What? So I should just sit at home with my kids and never leave the house? This is a grocery store!
Lady: Yes, you should be at home at this time of day. It’s clearly time for their naps.
At this point, the woman’s son starts intervening. Let’s all calm down, we’re not getting anywhere, etc, etc. Then, the finale to my awesome lunch: the food comes, and Jafta spills a full glass of water in my lap. So now, I’m embarrassed on a new level, looking like I wet my pants. Trying to get in the last word, I tell the woman, “being a fellow mom, I would think you would be a little less judgemental and critical”. She’s not about to let me have the last word, so she makes some comment about how she IS a mom and how perfect her own children behave, and I just start ignoring her. By now, the food is here and my kids truly are acting like angels since their needs are met.
As I paid the check, the waitress apologized to me. She told me that woman eats lunch there every day and acts like she owns the place. She told me I had every right to eat there with my kids. So that was kind of nice and redeeming.
But still . . . I’m so bummed at how emotionally I reacted to this. Why can’t I just maintain my sense of confidence as a mom? Why did I need to defend myself? I left the store in a hurry, and didn’t even buy my groceries. As soon as I got the kids in the car and pulled away, I started crying like a child who had been scolded by her mommy. I don’t know why, this interchange just discouraged me so much.
I spent the rest of the day thinking about it. Of course, in a juvenile way, thinking of all the zingers and comebacks I coulda, shoulda said to this critical woman. But I also totally started doubting my parenting abilities. Am I too lenient? Are my kids really out of control? Do I need Supernanny to come save me??
Why am I so totally shaken by the opinion of a stranger? She doesn’t know me. Why give her so much power over my day? I really wish I could have heard her first comment, brushed it off, and enjoyed my lunch with my kids.
It’s a reminder of how much grace we need to show other moms. It’s a tough job, and a little criticism goes a long way.
kristen, im just going down the list here replying to all your posts…and this one is unbelievable. you are a PERFECTLY FINE parent. and that woman is the one who needs some correcting. obviously her children have long since grown–i have found that while older women have lots of wisdom, they often have forgotten those early years. your kids were acting normal–while we love them and do what we can to keep them in control, they are their own little beings and know it. dont let her words make you question your mothering skills. you are a great mother!
that woman ought to be ashamed of herself!
Try not to take this woman's words personally. EVERY mother runs into what you describe. You were probably feeding them there to minimize melt downs and make a smooth transition to going home and having a nap!!!!!!! Eating out was probably a GREAT decision for that morning!!! It worked out once their food needs were met.
Every person/mother we meet has their own struggles that day. When I say struggles, I really mean "issues". This woman sounds as though she has fully grown children? Consider the remote possibility of issues like dementia or MS where people end up being somewhat beligerant and confrontational. To let go of her rage and annoying behaviour, imagine how you would feel if you were the son dining with her. Would he be calling her a great mother in that moment?????????? probably not!
to see her words for what they are, you have to slip out of your position and really truly see her as she is. You are not a bad mother.
Shame. That woman KNEW it was the best possible weapon she could use to try to get what she wanted.
She probably uses that same weapon with her grown "perfect" sons who now try to see her as rarely as possible (maybe they perfectly call on Mother's Day or Christmas because they are SHAMED into it)… but do they drop by to see their mom because she is so encouraging and is one of their favorite people? I doubt it!!!!
I don't know. Maybe we should be stricter with our kids. Maybe we shouldn't attempt to take them out to lunch. But in the end, they grow up and to me it is WAAAAAAAYYY more about relationship than it is about each individual little success or disaster.
Love your honesty.
xo
Lame!!!!!!!!!
I think I would have started crying right then and there and considered blowing my nose in her napkin.
I hope this never happens to you again. Or me.
Lame!
So sorry you had to experience this. My husband and I ate out last night with our 2 grown girls and 2 grandkids and one soon to be son in law (son in law couldn't make it. ) We were glad to be together and were loud and happy. The 14 month old got rowdy because of having to sit so long. We got some looks and some laughs, but luckily no mean words despite that fact that I know we probably bothered people. I am naturally very introverted and my kids are wildy extroverted. I have learned to glory in their presence and be thankful they enjoy us. You know your kids are great, you are obviously a great mom and she obviously has issues. She has chosen to be unhappy with life, don't let her ruin your day, your hour or your minute.
I am so sorry that you had to endure her barrage of words…Had I been there, I would have come to your defense…I don't know you from Adam, but I would have stood with you. I would have noticed what beautiful eyes your children have. And I would have said that I get cranky, too, when I haven't eaten. And I would have complimented you on what an awesome job you are doing as a mama, taking your kids out for a special time together.
We have ALL been there, she has just forgotten. Your post reminds us to smile compassionately on any mama in distress…to encourage and not to condemn…I wonder if she really thought that verbally assaulting their mother would help calm your children? And I wonder how patient her children will be with her when she is old and ailing, and helpless…have mercy, Lord.
May your next outing be joyful and happy and encouraging…and may that lady (using the term loosely) may be nowhere near you, ever!
i know this is an old post – but had to comment. i love your thought about how as a mother she should have shown you support — give yourself credit for not shooting horrible zingers her way – better example for the kiddies!