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Noah had a complete and total meltdown today in the middle of the grocery store. We were looking for Wiggles Fruit Snacks and they didn't have any. They did have some Dragon Tales fruit snacks, but we decided that since he had others at home we really didn't need to get any of them. Noah really didn't like this and started crying and carrying on like it was the end of the world.

Admittedly, this is a pretty boring set up for a story, but it isn't the fruit snacks that are important. What I found to be interesting was the number of looks that we got from people. Those pushing carts with children usually glanced our direction with a kind of "I've been there. Be strong" look. We also got quite a few looks that could be interpreted as, "Please shut that child up," from couples without children and single people as well.

Now, I have a pretty thick skin and this type of thing didn't bother me much. If Noah's crying bothered them, then it was their problem. Yes, the sound of a crying child is not the most soothing sound on the planet, but pissed off looks and snide comments do nothing to help the problem. Of course, though, this led to a round of self reflection that led to a realization...

I used to be one of them. I can remember looking at people who had children that were crying and carrying on in restaurants and stores thinking that they really needed to do something to quiet them down. At that point, I didn't understand what it was like. It isn't like children have a schedule that lets you know that they are going to have a major crying jag from 11:45 to noon and that we need to be in a place away from everyone so that no one is offended. It just happens when it happens.

The one thing that I can say is that, when Noah gets to going too loudly, either Misty or I will remove him from the situation until he calms down enough to join the civilized world. Even today, if a parent has a child that is acting poorly in a restaurant, I can get frustrated. But I do understand what the parents are going through and can relate to the frustration and embarrassment.

I guess what they say is true... children really do change your outlook on life.


I found this entry while searching for Wiggles fruit snacks to put in my daughter's birthday gift bags for daycare (it's June 2004 and I can't find any anywhere)...Anyway, it's amazing to me that one day, you're on line at the grocery store, wondering how that mom can tune out her whining toddler and the next thing you know, your toddler is making demands day and night and you find that yes, once in awhile, you have to tune her out to save your own sanity.

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