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Shopping - an alternative method of harassing children?

Shopping - an alternative method of harassing children?



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It is not known for today that raising those who know them best are those who do not have them. Childless, as they have an objective view and faith in their own knowledge, they are convinced of their extraordinary educational competence. Their favorite lyrics are "me in your place" and "if it were up to me". As only a few years ago I was a childless specialist in education, I remember this state very well. SI was particularly harsh about taking kids to the wandering around shopping malls.

Today I am a mother. I know that such a wandering is inevitable. I also know that you can (of course at the expense of your own fatigue and financial outlay) make shopping a lot of suffering for your child. Unfortunately, this knowledge remained secret to some parents, which can be seen by watching and listening ...

The shopping queen is young and slender, and also extremely composed. He doesn't seem to hear the excruciating scream two year old trapped in a wheelchair. She opens the dressing room curtain and, with an armful of clothes, moves to one of the employees. He gives up his clothes and slowly passes the cart. Rummaging through hangers labeled "new collection". The snotty little boy yells on.

I'm starting to look for the baby's parents. Two occupied cabins, it is possible that one of them contains the boy's mother. I don't even suspect a beautiful shopping queen. The girl returns retouched with a new collection to try on. Passing the boy, he rolls his eyes and throws briefly: "Stop it! You won't leave here anyway. "

Another female voice comes from the fitting room: "Do not pay attention to him, let him cry ..." "I know, mother," the girl answers, and my hands fall down.

When he slides the veil behind him, I wave to the boy. He notices me, but doesn't stop screaming. I stick my tongue out and squint my eyes. Little looks, still sobbing. When I put on the jacket of my husband who is in the fitting room, the tearful boy smiles faintly, while when I do "towards" a little laugh comes from his throat. "You have mood swings like a pregnant woman," says mom, and that's where her attention ends.

The spouse is trying on several jackets and several pairs of pants. When we leave, mother and grandmother are still stuck in the fitting rooms. Left alone, the boy calls to release him. After some hour of wandering "behind the shoes", we again come across shopping lovers.

It turns out that in addition to my mother and grandmother, there is also aunt. The boy, still trapped in a wheelchair, is crying. He has a red face and matted wet hair. He looks really tired. While two adults, tired, go to the exit, women enter the next alley full of shops.

You can torment your child in many ways, you don't need to beat or shout. Indifference and lack of understanding are enough. Although I am an ardent advocate of the "do not judge lightly" attitude, it is difficult to find an excuse for my boy's mother.

If she were alone, I might think that in a human way, she lost patience and common sense from fatigue. Oh, she had to buy something to wear, and she had no one to leave her son with. The company of the grandmother (grandmother is usually the first person who reacts to the child's tears) and aunt excludes such a possibility, and the behavior and heard scraps of conversations leave no doubt: these women did a classic shopping, not caring for the comfort and well-being of the child.

We are used to other pictures. Usually, parents are the "suffering" side of this type of trip. Stacks of slot machines, automatic carriages, kilometer-long wandering around Smyk combined with answering the questions "and buy it for me in the street?" , to bone adults. However, we do all this so that shopping does not become a torment for our children. It is nothing that at the end of tiredness we buy the first better dress from the exhibition, instead of finding the dream creation, it is nothing that at home it turns out that you will have to replace beautiful new slippers because in the heat of battle (who bought shoes in the company of a three-year-old knows what thing) two left in the box.

The most important is that the slogan "we go shopping" our child does not get convulsions and an attack of hysteria. Shopping is not a trauma and a horror ... well, unless for dad;)