I've written before about parents who really need to keep their children in control on at least one occasion, but for every impolite or incompetent parent who doesn't know how to control his or her child(ren), there are probably a dozen other parents who do. There are also genuinely good children who don't usually need to be reigned in by their parents.
I've recently made a fabulous new friend who has the most adorable six-month-old I've seen in a long, long time. Baby is blonde and blue-eyed and very friendly. Mommy is very good at reading baby's noises and facial expressions to tell when the little one is hungry, sleepy, or in need of a diaper change. Baby isn't fussy, but is very vocal: in that adorable, happy baby way. A few days ago, the three of us went to the Franklin Institute to see the King Tut exhibit (it was pretty sweet), and Baby didn't cry once. If it wasn't for the stroller, you might not have even known she was there at all.
But that doesn't mean that Mommy, Baby, and I didn't get some nasty looks just the same. Unfortunately, and not always wrongly, an assumption exists that, if one brings a baby into a quiet and/or confined space, that baby will proceed to scream its head off and ruin everyone's movie/flight/day at the museum. And so, to prepare ourselves for this, and to let mommies and daddies everywhere know how much we don't appreciate even the idea of an upset baby, we tend to glare at parents and, worse, their helpless children. I know this because I've been guilty of it on more than one occasion: usually a cross-country red eye flight.
But there are two important things to remember here. The first is that babies, like accused criminals, are innocent until proven guilty. Age alone does not a screamer make, and there's a perfectly good chance that that infant across the room is going to sleep through the whole museum tour. The second is that babies are born without the ability to speak, but with the human need to communicate. If they're crying, it may not be their faults. An infant can't say: "Hey, Mom. I'm hungry and a little tired, but before you put me to sleep, can you please change my poopy diaper?" That would be awesome, but neither the physical nor cognitive mechanisms required to construct that sentence will develop for another couple of years. Giving the parent of a crying infant a dirty look could fluster the parent and actually slow the process of getting the baby what it needs in order to stop crying. Giving a crying infant a dirty look isn't going to accomplish anything and might just make you a bad person who wants to starve babies.
Next time you're around parents, try to have a little sympathy. It's not an easy job, and chances are, they're just as frustrated by their crying babies as you are.
But if they're letting their children run amok around a restaurant, or if they won't take their hysterically crying children out of the movie theatre, then by all means, continue to hate on them all you want.
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I was traveling with my three-year-old daughter from JFK to LAX last week. A man about to take his seat in front of us took a look at my daughter and made a very loud "Jeesh" sound and rolled his eyes. It happens that my daughter is incredibly well-behaved on flights (better than most adults, it seems).
As the flight got underway, he realized the error of his presupposition and turned to apologize for his own little outburst. He then proceeded to compliment my daughter repeatedly during and after the very long flight.
I thought it was cool that he corrected himself and it made my daughter happy to be praised for her good behavior. This was unfortunately a rare experience in a place where children are often guilty until proven innocent.
Perhaps the looks were due more to the stroller than the possibility of the kid crying. I've found that the same people who are incapable of piloting shopping carts without parking them perpendicular to the grocery store aisle are also quite capable of clipping my ankles and blocking aisles in other locations. Like a museum.
I like kids. I understand that they do cry and run around and, well, act like kids. I've given a sympathetic look or five to moms and dads when their kid is doing the late afternoon squall. I know I feel like wailing or running around in circles some days.