Why do people decide to have kids when they are not ready to give up their priorities? I met parents that still don't understand that raising a child means far more buying him toys and clothes and dropping him to daycare. It pains me to see how selfish some parents can be. Some of them don't even deserve to be called parents.
Recently I met a couple that likes to do their laundry in public. My husband and I were invited to join my sister’s family and two other families, for Christmas. We went to a lakeshore hideaway on the beautiful Amisk Lake, about two hours northeast of Edmonton.
Except for my sister and her husband, we did not know anyone. It was the first time we met her friends. All we knew was that one of them had a little girl, close to our son’s age. We were happy that our peanut would have some company, and would not miss too much her next door friend.
This little girl was really beautiful but very mischievous. She would not listen to her parents, refuse to eat or do what she was told, and she would cry and cry and cry for lies... Oh, my goodness! She was a drama queen, worthy of an Oscar for each of her performances. For every “no” the parents would say, she would throw herself on the floor and cry until she either got what she wanted, or her dad yelled at her to stop.
Pointless to say he had no patience at all with her. Each time she came close to him and asked for something he sent her to her mom. The entire time we were there, he never spent time playing with her. He was busy questioning my husband about Edmonton paving.
Her mother was also busy posting photos on Facebook and would not pay too much attention to the little girl, unless she would break something. They didn't seem to be disturbed that she was watching cartoons for hours on her mother’s tablet, nor that she would scream and invent stories, just to get their attention.
Each night, their child went to bed close to 1am or 2am, while my peanut was in bed from 8pm. Whenever I asked if their daughter was tired and needed to rest, they both insisted that she was used to it. None of them was willing to take her to their bedroom and put her to sleep. They were too busy playing poker. How can you call yourself a parent when you do nothing with or for your child? I doubt that these two ever thought that their girl had needs of her own, nor that their yelling would influence her behaviour.