This week a Mother was escorted from a John Lewis store after her toddler had a tantrum in the menswear department.
I was shocked when I read it, how on earth was that allowed to happen? What kind of numbskull’s do they have working there?
I can only imagine how awful the situation was for the poor Mum. It’s bad enough when your kid is causing a holy show out and about, to have people comment is worse, to be removed from the premises is something else altogether.
The barmy thing is I’ve seen shop workers hesitate to approach shoplifters in the past, in this situation I can only imagine the jobs worth saw an easy target and thought he’d exhibit his authority.
It’s not just him though.
I read the article and then against my better judgement read a few of the comments. People agreed with the member of staff, people thought he was right to do as he did, people had no sympathy or empathy for the woman.
One word was repeated time and time again.
Control your children, have some control, get them under control.
What a smashing bit of advice! Thanks for that, all this time I was loitering around at the back of my children while they unleashed hell on the world and all along all I needed to do was control them! Finally I have the answer!
So how exactly do I control them?
When my 3 year old was screaming at the top of her lungs and trying to escape my grasp on the bus, what should I have done? I tried asking nicely, I tried bribes, I tried getting cross. She was totally oblivious in her mission to run up and down the aisle. The only real way I could have put a stop to it was to sit on her.
When she made a run for the road and I had to scream blue murder to get her attention I realize it caused a bit of a scene, but what was the alternative? Launching a nunchuck at her fast moving little body would have done the job, taken her out with no need to raise my voice.
When my four year old decided to lie in the street and not walk one more step towards home I cringed inside every time someone had to step over her. Pushing a pram and having two other kids to look out for meant I really couldn’t do anything more than plead with her, whilst she screamed at me to go away and leave her alone. I could have rolled her the entire way home using my foot, that would have done it.
You see how ridiculous that is?
There is no way of controlling the emotions and actions of a child that knows what they want. Its something all parents wish they could do at some point, when they are screaming in the shops or clinging to the door frame at the nursery drop offs. We can’t and we beat ourselves up something rotten for it.
Don’t make me feel an arsehole because I can’t control my kids, you must be barmy if you think you could.