The idea of becoming a mother terrifies me. There’s a huge amount of responsibility that comes with children, but also the unconditional love of a person you made. It’s something that in years to come, I hope to experience – but not today, this year or next. I’m not ready for that. I can take care of a pet just fine, but I have serious reservations when it comes to a little person. Plus its not something I want to do alone. That’s getting into a whole other topic. Let’s refocus!
Last night I went on a brief shopping trip to Target. I needed a belt and since I was there I couldn’t pass up looking around. It’s friggen Target people! I grab a bunch of stuff and go to the dressing room. There was an adorable little girl, probably 2 or 3 years old. Keep in mind my ability to gauge children’s ages is really bad, all I know was that she was little and clearly not potty trained well enough. She was out playing by the attendant. No parent in sight. I was concerned but since the attendant was smiling and acknowledging the child I decided to mind my own business.
Unknowingly I picked the dressing room next to the child’s mother, who had at least one other friend in the dressing room with her. I don’t like to make judgements of people, but I wasn’t impressed with these individuals. A few minutes go by and the child comes into the dressing area, bangs on the door until her mother opens the door for her and proceeds to announce that she must pee. Mother and friend laugh about this. Child states again that she must pee – now and that she will pee in her pants. Mother continues to ignore this.
I thought this was irresponsible, but of course every rational parent will take care of their child.
Or so I thought.
The next thing I hear is the unmistakable sound of peeing, liquid splattering on that thin carpet covering concrete that’s just rough concrete.
I froze and thought that I had to be hearing things and waited – but no – the kid really was peeing.
The mother and friend laughed and giggled and never once reprimanded the child. They even stated that they were going to sneak out of the dressing room without telling the attendant.
I was pissed. That child needs a mother who is a mom. Just because you’re a teenage/early 20’s mom doesn’t mean that you have an excuse to be a bad parent. Sure you get some leniency but letting your child pee in a dressing room? That’s unacceptable. Also, it’s gross. Bad parenting creates problems for children. My parents were of the school that crying was not allowed. They weren’t emotionally extroverted parents. I have issues with communicating my feelings. But at least my parents taught me responsibility. I can get over my emotional constipation on my own. Do the world a favor, if you have kids, be a parent. That’s what they need.* for the record, I did tell the attendant what had happened so she could at least call someone in to clean it up