I’m not always on my best behavior, even in public where other people might see and hear me. In fact, there have been times in the parking lot of the gym that I thought someone might attempt a citizen’s arrest for the way I was demanding my kids get into the car. I’ve lost my shizz plenty of times in Target, Costco, small retailers, the pharmacy, and the park….OHMYGODTHEPARK….Who hasn’t lost it at the park?
No one has ever stopped me and suggested that I think of a nicer or more patient way to interact with my kids. To my knowledge no one has ever tried to give my children sympathetic pep talks about having me for a mother.
But if you saw me ranting in a seriously out of control way — cursing out my kids in the throes of a rage rampage– would you say something to me? To them? I hope that you would, because if I get that out of control, I probably need some help, and so do my kids.
Click here to see my piece at Huffington Post about how I intervened the other morning when I saw a father blasting his young daughter– F-bombs were flying. He looked very out of control. But I didn’t know for sure.
Have you ever intervened? Ever wanted to but been too scared? Is it really none of our business how parents talk to their own children?