Mommin’

If that were my kid(but it’s not)

I try my best not to judge other families when it comes to their kids. That’s because I know how it feels like when people think they know what’s best for MY kids.

However, I need to vent.

I’m sitting here at the doctors office lobby and I see a man bring out his granddaughter (or niece/daughter?) outside because she’s having a tantrum.

Now as a parent, I get it. My 3 year old throws tantrums ALL the time and I feel like I’m about to lose my patience (if not my mind) when she does.

But he allowed her to lay on the ground outside (she didn’t have her shoes) on the concrete! Mind you, this is Vegas summer, meaning 92 degrees of dry heat! It’s dirty, it’s hot, there are all kinds of creatures/bacteria on the ground- WHAT THE HECK is wrong with you?!

Me and the 8 other onlookers looked at each other puzzled. He let her lay there for about 5 mins, and another onlooker grabbed Kleenex and handed it to him so he could wipe her face. He at first seemed like he didn’t even know what to do with Kleenex, and almost bothered that she even did THAT.

Now he may have his reasons for doing what he did, but am I wrong to be bothered by this? Sure, she wasn’t harming herself. But could he have not found a better place to let her have her meltdown? In their car with the AC on? In the back corner of the office? When is it crossing the line on when it’s ok to say something to someone else?

Like I said it was about 5 mins (which is 5 days in a parent’s mind) and 10 mins has passed since they left the office but I still feel uneasy about it. I feel guilty, like I should’ve done something; but then again, What could I have done?!

Sigh. It’s times like this I miss my kids so much more and just wanna give them a hug….

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