Firstly, let me announce the winner of Margaret James’s The Golden Chain. Thank you all for commenting, the winner is Liz Crump with her Romeo being Matthew McConaughey (after Gerard, of course!) Well done, Liz! Your book will be on its way to you very shortly.
Now today, I witnessed something that made me pull back in surprise and horror and made me think, what has the world come to nowadays? I know I sound like I’m an older woman when really I have only been on this earth for 24 years, but I still think that this is a moment where I can warrant saying a phrase like that. Let me explain…
LO and I was at the hospital this morning for a check up and the room we was in was at the newly built outpatients department. It was very nice and very spacious. A mother came in with her daughter and as soon as she entered the room, the daughter ran off to play with the toys and the mother continued to walk whilst pushing the pushchair, without looking where she was going, and ended up ramming into a small toddler, knocking him onto the floor and hitting his face with the wheels of the buggy. He, understandably cried, and this lady just said sorry and walked off. She chose to sat at the furthest set of chairs away from the toys; which I found unusual as it was obvious her daughter had set up camp in this area. Where the woman had sat was hidden from view from the toys.
So after a few minutes, this little girl started walking around asking if anyone had seen her mummy. I began to stand to go and show her where she was when the mother shouted her location to the girl. I could have been anyone and I would’ve been able to walk off with this girl and the mother wouldn’t have known a thing. Obviously I wouldn’t – so please don’t anyone start panicking and sending me messages! I am just making a point that this child was not being watched by an adult.
Anyway, a short while later, this little girl had taken a liking to LO and they were playing together, obviously of a similar age. The little girl then wet herself, quite a lot and was left standing in it for a couple of minutes. I watched and saw that the mother had not come over so I went up to her and asked if she was OK. She nodded to me but looked very distressed. So I located the mother to alert her of what had happened and she sort of huffed off and cleaned her up. I felt quite annoyed that it had taken me, a complete stranger, to alert this woman that her daughter was distressed.
After the puddle was mopped up, a yellow sign was placed on top of the area for safety – you all know the one’s! This little girl began moving the sign around and walking over the wet area. I waited and waited and the mother, again, did nothing. So it was down to me, yet again, to ask the little girl to leave the sign where it was. I wasn’t being awkward. It was wet and she, or anyone else, could’ve so easily slipped over and hurt themselves – the sign is there for a reason. So I was left to look out for the safety of someone else’s child. By this point too, they were running behind on appointments so we were half hour over the original time slot, so you can imagine I wasn’t in the best of moods anyway, especially as the car park time was ticking over and increasing the cost of my ticket, which was already a silly amount anyway.
The final straw, for me, was when this little girl was playing with the farmyard animals with LO and she turned to my daughter, whilst holding the cow, and said ‘I’m not going to kill this cow yet, I’m going to torture it first!’
I froze on my chair and my heart actually stopped for a second. LO just looked at this girl in confusion and said, ‘what?’ – she obviously, at 4, doesn’t know what the word torture means, thank goodness. I looked around and saw that a couple of other mums, who had also chosen to sit with their children whilst they played, were looking horrified at the girls comment. I didn’t know what to do and just kept hoping that she wouldn’t repeat it again to LO. The last thing I want is her asking people what that means. Luckily we were called in very shortly afterwards.
How is it, that a 4/5 year old says a phrase like that? Is it me, do children normally know things like that this young, I know LO doesn’t. And I’d be mortified if she ever said that to me, or anyone else. And as for the mother. Well, I can’t stand it when people take children to places and then sit over the other side of the room with their back to them. Do they not care what happens to them? I get anxious whenever LO is out of my sight anywhere, especially in the world that we are in today.