Friday, August 16, 2013

Loud Children and Louder Parents

Princeton, Texas
Clear Lake Park
Weather Condition; High 89 Low 70, Sunny

I’ve always admired people that had a good listener’s ear. I’ve often wished I could be a good listener instead of a talker. I’m finding with age, that I’m a better listener.

Dawn is one of those people that is a good listener. That is one of the great traits she inherited from her mother. For more than twenty years Dawn has listened to me run my non-stop mouth. She has watched me put my foot in my mouth on many occasions because of my non-stop mouth.

I don’t talk near as much as I did when I was younger and thought I knew everything. That was back in the day when I really thought everyone wanted to hear all about me because that was what it was all about! My jaws could flap from the time I got up until I went to bed. It occurred to me one day that even though I was talking all day, nothing I said was of any importance! I must have driven everyone around me CRAZY!

As I stated earlier, I’m getting somewhat better with age.

Now days, Dawn talks almost as much as I do. She says that’s only because now she has more of a chance!

A major difference is that now days I’m more apt to speak my mind. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing.

Here’s an example;

Dawn and I stopped into a local restaurant the other day for some lunch. It was a little after noon on a Wednesday and there was a line to order.

We patiently stood in line and placed our order. The small restaurant was crowded and the noise was loud.

After placing our order we found a table in the corner of the restaurant. The noise intensified and people were looking around. I stood and looked over a divider wall behind me and across the restaurant were five women setting at a table and beside them were two booth full of children ( at least 8) The oldest child looked to be five or six.

These women had placed their children in the two booths and were sitting almost with their backs to them as they talked.

These children were climbing over the tables, under the tables and jumping up and down on the hard booth seats.

Dawn and I sat in the corner trying to talk and enjoy our meal but it was almost impossible. The noise was so loud. The noise was not just from the children but from the mother’s as well.

These women were talking over the noise of the children. Across the restaurant we could hear the entire conversations these five women were having.

No one else in the place was talking; they were just watching these children and the mother’s that were ignoring them.

Several times I stood to look over the divider wall to see what the children were screaming and yelling about. Dawn told me to sit down and eat my lunch.

I did as told.

We finished our meal and I went to get a refill on my drink and could not pass up the opportunity.

I walked over to the table were the mothers were sitting and leaned over and told them, this is a perfect opportunity to teach their children how to behave in public.

Boy, did I get some strange looks! One mother told me that she was sorry if their children offended me. She said, they’re just children.

I told her that her children didn’t offend me. What DID offend me was that fact that they were talking so loudly to each other so to be heard over their children. I then said that everyone in the restaurant could hear their entire conversation and that no one else in the place was able to have a conversation because they were talking so loud.

They looked at me as if I were some scary being from another planet.

I smiled and walked to the counter to get my drink refill. I noticed the manager standing on the other side of the counter looking as if she was on the verge of exploding.

While at the counter one of the children ran past me to the self-serve ice cream machine and stuck his figure into the spigot of the machine. He had his figure stuck as far as he could get it. His mother told him he needed a cone and didn’t bother to tell him not to touch the spigot. I decided not to have my usual cone before leaving!

Dawn and I were shocked at the behavior of the children, but even more shocked by the behavior of their mothers.

We just can’t understand why these women thought that any of this was appropriate behavior in public.

I would have been so embarrassed if my children even looked as if they were going to get loud or act up in a restaurant.  I would have been more embarrassed if someone approached me to tell me I was being loud.

Maybe it’s just me!

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  1. No, it's not just you. Kids are kids, but parents should be parents and raise them right. Have they never heard of "inside voices"?
    The first part of your post made us laugh. We can so relate.

  2.'s just not you!!!!! one wants to correct their kids these days...Man, I was so afraid of my Dad, I did totally did anything to stay on the good side of a spanking...and I am no worse for that..just sayin'.

  3. We eat a lot in bars rather than cafes expecting that we will get away from screaming kids, but it seems it now is acceptable to take the kids to the tavern and let them them run and scream there too and crawl up and down the bar stools and play the video machines on top of the bar. Children should not be allowed in bars and shame on parents who take them there. There, we vented a bit with you.

  4. Bad parents have been around as long as there's been bad kids - they seem to go together.

    Experiences like you describe are more frequent today than when we grew up because then going to a real restaurant was a big treat and we had to be good or we were never going back again!

    Today, kids grow up in Mickey D's with actual playgrounds in them and seem to carry that on to regular restaurants. I blame the parents for this, not just the kids.

  5. Good for you. Too bad the parents didn't even recognize their kids obnoxious behavior.

  6. When our son was about age one, we were on vacation out West. Kelly threw a hissy fit in the restaurant we were in, and Dennis scooped him up and took him out to our car . I got our meals put in take out containers and we went back to the motel and ate..I see NO reason for other people to have to listen to my crying child. A few years later we had THREE kids, age 2 3 1/2 and 6. We were on vacation in Florida and again in a restaurant. By now our kids knew that Dad would tolerate no funny stuff. We were just getting up to leave and one of the other people walked up to us and said "I just have to tell you what well behaved children you have for being so close in age'..Yep, it's all up to the parents to nip it in the bud...and..."you can't fix stupid".

  7. I used to get embarrassed if my two boys acted up a bit in a public place. I never would let them roam around a restaurant though! I had the same experience once, a lady came to the table and told us how nicely behaved they were. Made all of us feel great!

  8. One of the reasons we sit in the bar when we go out to eat. If there is no bar, we usually find a place with one. I can also relate to the beginning of your post. Getting older has some good aspects :)

  9. Sherri and I are raising Kris who is 7 years of age. We adopted him when he was 5 after him living with us most of the 5 years. One thing we both cannot stand is going to a restaurant...where we intend on having a quiet meal...and have a squealer or two in the same room with us. Kris was taught from day one that he was to sit at the table and be as quiet as we are. He has learned to order his own food and ask the waiter for napkins extra drink just as an adult. This is part of the training children should have. Knowing how to act in public is as important as knowing how to act in school are any other public place.
    I applaud you and your courage to say something to those parents!! Keep it up maybe you can make a difference!

  10. It's not just you! I was with you on those misbehaving kids and totally ignorant mothers. Too bad the mothers didn't get it, good for you trying to rectify the situation. :c(