As I was traveling home after a
four day vacation with my soul mate, I happened to be fortunate enough to get a
window seat on the train; it was not crowded so I had the luxury of placing my
backpack in the seat next to me, to allow me a certain degree of space and
privacy. There were several other empty seats on the train at that time. As I
settled in I pulled out my cell phone so I could call my honey. He was still
standing just outside my window on the platform. We were still watching the
episode that was unfolding as I boarded the train, a woman had lost control of
her dog and she was chasing the dog so frantically she looked like she might be
about to pass out. The dog eventually made it onto the train tracks and then
back onto the platform. Within minutes, with the assistance of one of the
station’s staff, the dog was back on the leash, and was happily walking its
owner.
As we pulled off I began to hear a
toddler cry, just a couple of seats behind me. Now, I know all children cry at
different times for different reasons, but I have to be honest and say I don’t
like it when there is a screaming child within my midst, especially if it is
when I am stuck traveling on a train, bus, or plane, or anywhere that I am not
able to either stop the screaming, or remove myself from the situation and
setting. I know I’m not alone on this. The crying continued on and off for the first
hour of the trip. The child whining and the young mother responding, “Shut up!
Damn!” You could even hear an occasional slap on the child’s thin framed body,
being delivered harshly by the mother. There were more derogatory and negative
words being lashed upon the young child.
It became so distracting that I put
down the book I was reading and just sat quietly with my thoughts. It was then,
as we were departing one of the many stops along my short journey, that I
noticed a young mother with her son; she had just boarded the train at the last
stop. Her son was about 4 years old. She passed my seat and after about a
minute I looked over my shoulder, for no other reason other than having
responded to a strong feeling to do so. I noticed she and her son were both
standing in the aisle and she had placed a car seat, along with several bags
and one piece of luggage on wheels in a vacant seat in the row behind me. I
immediately removed my backpack and offered her and her son the seat next to
me. She was grateful and she thanked me with her smile.
Ever-present was the occasional
whine of the toddler and cutting remarks from the mother a few rows back. After
a few stops, the mother in the seat next to me removed her son from her lap,
got up, and proceeded to tell the young boy that she was going to walk him
downstairs, and he should wait there until she came back upstairs to the seat
behind me to get her car seat and other baggage, and she would, “be right
back”. I don’t normally get involved in other people’s business, but before I
could acknowledge that which I was thinking, words were upon my lips offering
to the mother the option to leave her son in the seat next to me, while she
carried her bags and car seat downstairs, and then come back to get her son,
who I promised to look after until she returned for him.
Two things leave me perplexed as I
analyze this now. One, this woman was willing to leave her child with me, a
complete stranger, or even worse, alone downstairs where he could risk being
taken or being curious and getting off the train. What if the doors opened, and
any number of horrible, nasty experiences of which a young man, so well behaved
and obedient as he, (and yes, I see all that after having spent only 30 minutes
next to him and his mother), should never have been encountering would have
occurred?
The second thing, maybe even more
perplexing, is the fact that, indeed, I did see the mother holding her son’s
hand, and pulling a car seat, attached nicely on top off the rolling luggage,
with one or two smaller shopping bags attached here and there, to board the
train in the first place. Why was she now unable to perform the same task, even
if difficult to endure?
Now, back to that "damn
screaming baby". (I say this for emphasis because by the time we were
approaching our last stops to our final destination, I was closely getting to
my wits end with the outside noise of that unfolding negative experience). We
were finally approaching the final stop, and here and there a few seats had
cleared; including the one across the aisle from me, which had both seats open,
and it was then that the crying and screaming got nearer. The irritated mother, and what I could
now see was a darling little girl with her hair all in curls, took the seats
across from me.
The mother was clearly frustrated and I
even saw the
silent tears falling down her cheeks as the child finally relented and gave the
mother a few moments of silence, with her legs stretched out comfortably in the
chair and her head in mommy’s lap, sucking the sippie cup of juice or soda or
whatever, the mother retrieved from the bottom of her designer purse.
I am reminded of a poem that used to
hang in my pediatrician's office, (Dr. Feig, on the corner of Stocker and Santa
Rosalia in Los Angeles, CA), when I was a child. It was written in 1954 by Dorothy Law Nolte.
If
children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.
If
children live with hostility, they learn to fight.
If
children live with fear,
they learn to be apprehensive.
If
children live with pity,
they learn to feel sorry for themselves.
If
children live with ridicule, they learn to feel shy.
If
children live with jealousy, they learn to feel envy.
If children
live with shame, they learn to feel guilty.
If
children live with encouragement,
they learn confidence.
If
children live with tolerance, they learn patience.
If
children live with praise, they learn appreciation.
If
children live with acceptance, they learn to love.
If
children live with approval,
they learn to like themselves.
If
children live with recognition,
they learn it is good to have a goal.
If
children live with sharing, they learn generosity.
If
children live with honesty, they learn truthfulness.
If
children live with fairness, they learn justice.
If
children live with kindness and consideration,
they learn respect.
If
children live with security, they learn to have faith in themselves and in
those about them.
If
children live with friendliness, they learn the world is a nice place in which
to live.
|
Dorothy Law Nolte |
I have learned that children are a
gift to us from God. They are in our care and we are their first teachers. We
have a responsibility to nurture the gift we have been given, never devaluing
or degrading that which God, through us as parents, created. Your creator loves
you and you should love that which He creates through you.
And hell yes, it is
challenging; and yes it can try your patience. But never, absolutely never, is
it okay to yell out in anger at a child, to discipline in anger instead of from
a loving and calm, but firm position; and it is never okay to strike a child in
the way that this young woman had.
We make it a point to find other
ways to communicate with our friends and coworkers, the other people in our
life. We also need to be creative in the way we interact with our children, the
people we have the most influence on, and the biggest opportunity we have to
make this earth a little better, by creating healthy and loving and giving, and
understanding members of the community.