Feedback Friday - Pet Children
I had something else planned for today until The Constant Complainer set this in my lap. I felt compelled to address an issue that has bothered me from the moment I became aware of it.
Let's go back to 2006...(cue the flashback harp music)...
The Big Guy had a conference scheduled in Anaheim, California and asked if we'd like to tag along. He would be busy all day in classes and seminars, but if I was up for the challenge, he would buy us all tickets to Disneyland. I thought about it for about 2.4 seconds, then responded "What time is our flight?!?"
My boys were 7, 5, and 4 years old at the time. I spent a lot of time planning and preparing for this trip (full blown vacation nazi). I purchased 3 matching baseball hats in a bright color for the kids, matching shirts, matching shorts, matching sweatshirts...you get the picture. I wanted to make this as easy as possible since I was doing this alone.
I prepared the kids ahead of time, I explained how important it was to stick together and stay with me at all times. I
I wrote down my cell phone number and placed it in their pockets, pointed out Disney security and explained what they should do if they found themselves lost, and we headed out.
As we stood in line to enter the park (3 small children + 1 mom), I noticed a group of adults standing near us (6 adults) they all were talking and laughing. I noticed one of the women absentmindedly held onto a leash restraining a child about 3 years old. They all chatted and were having a fun time as they moved through the line, not really paying attention to the child.
As the line began to move, the child tripped and fell. The mother holding the leash never looked back, but must have assumed the child was resisting walking along, because she continued walking and pulling the leash behind her. The child was dragged along, scraping his forehead on the (concrete) ground, struggling to get back up, for about 5 feet when a very loud woman (who sounded a lot like me) screamed "STOP! For God's sake woman, look at your baby!" (blush).
She then stopped and made a big fuss over the child. I couldn't even look at her as I gathered my children together and hugged them, shaking with anger. This incident verified everything I've ever felt about "Pet Children".
My friend passed along the following video last night and I knew it was something I needed to address. Behold:
Thoughts, comments, questions, feelings?