First, thank you all SO much for your support on Friday. I am happy to report, other than a few minor squabbles, things between Declan and me are on the uptake. Maybe he heard me.
What I want to talk about today comes from a conversation this morning with my coworker James. See, James takes the day off every April to attend the home opener for the Rockies. A game that is usually overflowing, which brings out the best and worst of people.
On Friday, he had three empty seats to the left of him. Which were promptly filled with a mom and her two kids. Cool.
Seats which, after some time, were set upon by another couple who believed they belonged to *them.*
Usher called, tickets pulled out, mass confusion. Finally, the usher points out that the mom was in the wrong place. She had a ticket for the third seat, but her other two seats were several sections away.
The mom stuck out her chin and said, “Well, we needed to sit together! What am I supposed to do with my kids?”
Here’s a thought: Plan ahead and buy tickets together? Negotiate with people around you and get seats together instead of sitting there and letting the usher screw with your tickets for 10 minutes?
It gets better – the USHER was kind enough to go work out a deal for them in the sold-out stadium, asked people to move around for them, got them settled together. Above and beyond the call of duty, in my opinion. Well done, Usher Man.
Here’s the thing.
As a parent, I expect my kids to be accepted most places. I expect a little common courtesy to help me open the door when I have a baby in my arms. I expect people to have a little patience when a toddler is throwing a tantrum.
I do NOT, however, expect people to deal with my lack of planning.
I do NOT expect people to clean up my mess.
And I am sad that lady is teaching her kids exactly that.
Update: Just got a gentle email reminder that I had a bunch of support when I was a “bad” parent on Friday, so maybe I should cut this lady some slack. Ouch. Truth.