Let me tell you, before I had a child and would go out in public, hearing a swear word wouldn't have even phased me at all. However... now that I am a mother, those four letter words sure stick out like a slap in the face (or like bad grammar - sheesh!)!
Last night we were out at a local bar/restaurant, and we were in a room alone with a large group of what I assumed were a bunch of post-work co-workers (I assumed this fact because of their rude mob mentality about an older co-worker and her black mustache).
I kept hearing the F bomb, the S word, the B word. My innocent little parrot sat beside me trying to turn around and make friends with this group of dis-orderlies. Were they completely unaware that there was a family with a small child in the same room, or did they just not care? Part of me wanted to say something, but the other part of me knew that it was a bar and wasn't 100% geared towards families, and thus, it was my own fault for bringing a small child to that environment.
As I sat stewing about what to do, I recalled a story I had heard about years ago about a parent getting into a fight with a stranger at a baseball game because the stranger was yelling profanities near the parents' children. Who has the language "right of way", so to speak, when it comes to language in a public space? Obviously, anyone with any common sense or sensitivity to other humans would notice children and tone down the language, right? Gosh - I mean, some people are completely oblivious to anything but themselves...
Come to think of it, however, before I had kids, was I aware of their presence when I was out in public? I don't know. Probably not. I didn't think that I should have to change anything just because someone else decided to have kids and bring them out in public - they knew the "dangers"... yes, I was probably one of those very people that I was not shooting dirty looks. Oh the shame...(hanging head in shame) Hindsight, people... hindsight.
I'm sure that those young professionals will eventually come to the same sad conclusion that I did... when you're young and don't have kids, sometimes you are just oblivious or you just don't care. However, once you become a parent and your ratings filter has been turned on, the worlds looks and sounds a lot differently to you. I mean, I used to love the show Family Guy, but now I think it's just crass and disgusting, and I refuse to let Mark watch it while Leighton is around. Who am I, and what have I become? ... or maybe the better question is... who was I before?
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Cyndi M. Frick
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