Mar 7, 2007 | 3:42 PM
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OK, I need to hear from some of you parents or grandparents out there on this one. Let me state at the outset, I am not a parent. I've never had the joy of having a kid, only the pleasure of being one. And still am in more ways than I'm sure my mom cares to think about. Even though I don't have kids of my own, I have always wanted the best for our children and have always expected the best from them.
Now trust me, I'm well aware that children are different and that there are special needs kids who may have disabilities that are not readily apparent. Those kids are not the focus of today's discussion.
So I'm in this restaurant the other day and in comes an impeccably dressed woman with her two children--a boy, who appeared to be three years old or so, and a girl, who looked to be about seven. As the mother stood about three or four feet away from the kids, waiting to place her to-go order, the boy and his sister start playing catch with one of those superballs. Now I don't know if you're familiar with them, but when a superball hits the floor or table, or your head, it can not only knock you senseless, but will bounce about four or five feet in the air and ping pong all over the place. And that's exactly what happened numerous times, since neither the boy nor the girl seemed particularly adept at catching it. Add to that, the boy screaming at the top of his lungs and running around wildly while the ball bounced everywhere, including onto and under the tables of other patrons in the restaurant who were trying to enjoy their meals.
The mother witnessed all of this, as did a number of very annoyed diners, including myself and the restaurant manager. The mom did say "stop" a couple of times as I recall, but both kids not only ignored her, but laughed and got even rowdier. She made no additional attempts to restrict their behavior or seemed to care much about the discomfort her children were causing the other diners. Not that this matters one way or the other, but just so you know, these were not underprivileged kids. Since the restaurant has huge windows, I saw the mom when she drove up in her brand-spanking new Mercedes SUV.
What in the world do you do? The mother was completely ineffective and nobody else in the place said anything to anyone. We all simply tried to enjoy our meals for the 15 minutes or so that these two and their superball ran roughshod over everyone and everything in their path.
Personally, I felt by not saying anything, I contributed to the problem. I certainly did not see it as my place to say anything to the kids. But should I have said something to the mother, or perhaps the manager who also witnessed what was happening? Should HE have said somethng to the mother? I know what would have happened had it been my mother and I was one of the misbehaving children. One sharp look from Mama McEwing immediately instilled the fear of God in me and I would have sat perfectly still for as long as it took to complete her order. I love my mother dearly and I think she did a helluva job raising us, but I don't know that having your kids absolutely petrified of you is the most effective form of parenting either.
Even though I'm not a parent, it seems to me it is the responsibility of the parent(s) to teach children when certain behaviors are appropriate and when they are not. Honestly, I don't blame the kids. They were just doing what kids that age do. And what they were doing was not inherently wrong. They were playing with a ball. Had they been in their yard or in a park or on a playground, their behavior would not only have been perfectly fine, but enjoyable. But in a restaurant where people are eating--where things can be broken or an injury can occur, to me, that's a different story. And if these kids don't respect their mother's authority now, whose authority will they respect later? Or will they have to learn some very hard lessons in life that might have been avoided with some serious training and discipline earlier on?
So when the mother finally leaves the restaurant with her kids, the other patrons began to complain vociferously, even the manager! Yet none of us had done a thing. Our inaction certainly does not absolve the mother of her irresponsibility, but did we all fail these kids in some way at that particular moment? I don't know. Am I expecting too much? Or do I just not get it?