I think as people and as parents we get all caught up in what people will think.
when pregnant with my second child, my eldest decided to pull a tantrum in Marshall Fields State Street store. I was BIG pregnant and the boys are about 18 months apart. we were in the jewelry make up area, because all i could treat myself to was earring or lipstick as nothing else made any sense.
in all honesty I feel that the tantrum was partly my fault. We were leaving some fun toddler activity and I asked my aunt wanted to stop and get something at Fields. I was along for the ride.
well my son was not having it and stretched out in the middle of a main aisle. he yelled in his loudest outdoor voice and kicked his hard bottom shoes in the air.
I dont know what made me do it, but I got on the floor and screamed and kicked too. after a moment he stopped and watched me in horror.
“My son wont use his words” i yelled. “I try to be a good mommy” I screamed. little hands grabbed my arm. “No mommy.
mommy get up.
its okay mommy
i am okay mommy”
I asked his was he sure. he was and said he would use his words.
several people were appalled, but the two ladies that helped my big pregnant self off the floor smiled. “well done” one man whispered.
we had no more tantrums and all it took was me not caring what people thought about me or my baby.
and me thinking about what my baby needed most right then.