Let me start by saying this: I am not perfect…my children are not perfect.
But I need to get something off of my chest…and when have I ever hesitated with speaking my mind?
My three kiddos and I were at the pool recently when my son (of course) was begging to go and get a snack. So we walked over where it took all of my patience to keep all three “corralled” in line.
That’s when I heard it. “F@*! this s*@t you nasty h$@!” And the words were flowing out of his mouth like a river…fast and furious. When I looked over, I saw a kid…probably about Gia’s age of 9…he was the one. He was the one with absolute garbage coming out of his mouth while a couple of his buddies stood there and laughed.
Now if you’ve been to a community pool at any point in your life, then you know the line to the concession stand is always the hot spot. It’s packed with little kids holding their dollar bills so tight and excited to order that grape push-pop.
I looked around and saw a few other parents…we all made eye-contact and shook our heads. I kept looking for this kid’s mom…dad…grandparent…sitter…any adult in the vicinity to put an end to his vile behavior.
Crickets. There was no one.
“Mom! Do you hear him???”
My kids were staring. I didn’t know whether they were shocked or if the wheels in their heads were going “hmm…I guess we can talk like that!!”
I couldn’t take it anymore.