Yesterday, while sitting in the waiting room waiting to be seen by my doctor, there was a woman, a young girl actually.
She had her name or a name tattooed on the back of her neck. I noticed because I sat directly behind her.
On her lap was a sweet little girl, maybe two 1/2. Even maybe three.
She was whiny, then her mother told her to shut up ! Ummmmmmmm, okay. I've never been a mother, so I imagine a young girl with a child may not be as patient, or whatever.
After her mommy told her gruffly "shut up" she belted out full blown sobs and crying. The mothers response was to smack her !
Jim was watching me, watching this. I was nervous anyway, my face was twitching, legs shaking. I got myself under control and walked outside till the little girl seemed to calm down. So back in I went, and damned if she didn't begin again.
I looked around, and I could tell others were sharing my anxiety at this scene as well as just being there was nerve wreaking.
The little girl had THE cutest little sparkly gold loafers on. Just adorable !
I left fear behind, and leaned forward and said to her "What cute shoes you have there" ! I told her she had the4 cutest shoes than anyone there ! I pointed her attention to Jim's shoes, then to mine, and said "See, ours aren't anywhere as cute !"
I saw she was feeling better. So, Jim had a magazine with jewelry, and different homes...........a mach of different things, none inappropriate. So, I found another way in to keep her calm. A page full of sparkly bracelets.
By this time I was out of my chair, and holding the mag, which was almost as heavy as her ! LOL ! Asking her which was her favorite, and then flipped to a man riding on balloons like party balloons.
Then my name was called, I left the magazine with her, and left feeling happy myself.
I wanted to just hold her and sooth her as her mother could seem to think it best to smack her and tell her to shut up.
How could that be her response !