To Mothers Every Where

I saw the stupidest thing ever yesterday...R and I were in the city on our way to the art store...another treat for my birthday...hahaha  and as we were tooling along the 6 lane highway...in the morning crush...I glance out my side window and what do I see..... some stupid woman, somebodies daughter, somebodies mother....with her left hand on the steering wheel and her right hand very nimbly holding and texting on her bloody cell phone...now, if you know me at all you will know I have no patience for people who live on their asshole cell phones....I mean, my god, get a bloody life....what the hell is so important that you are willing to risk your life, and somebody Else's to send it in a message....I mean really, give your head a shake....better yet, pull it out of your ass and pay attention.  I was sorely tempted to roll down my window and yell at her....what would you do if it was your daughter doing that ?.....so why is it okay for you to do it...

What the big allure is I am not sure....it is like those people are still attached with some invisible umbilical cord to their children or friends...what ever happened to individuality, independence or anticipation...That's right, anticipation....like the trips you would have made to grandma's house....the first time you're visiting in months and you have so much to tell her....will she have baked you your favorite cookies, how is she feeling...it made the visits more interesting, and you actually looked forward to them....Now with cell phones and email, facebook and you-tube...you know what good old granny is up to every minute of every day....maybe even more than you'd ever wanted to know...ahahahaha so why even bother going to see her....

So people, don't buy your kids cell phones...if you need to know where they are going, what ever happened to them coming home first to tell you in person...at least then you know if they are telling you the truth...mostly...hahahah

Later in the day, yesterday, R and I had stopped at a fabric store, I was being a martyr again, and said yes when R asked me if I would sew him some light weight sweats for the summer, we used to be able to buy them but not any more and he doesn't want to go back to wearing jeans...too hot he says... so we got a sweet deal on this fabric...$9/metre and it was 70% off...we took what was left on the bolt...8 metres...should make a few pairs...but when we got to the till, the lady there read out loud what was marked on the invoice by the cutting lady....she only charged us for 4 metres...R pointed out the mistake....but the Philippine lady argued with him that that is all that was written on the invoice...so why argue....she charged us $11.  for 8 metres of material...and we paid it and left...when we got outside R said...I thought you were going to say something....and I said, I thought you were going to say something. and neither of us said anything....how bad is that...but I think the cutting lady deliberately gave us a deal...as if it wasn't already one at 70% off....ahahahhaha

While R had waited in line at the cutting table....I wandered around a bit in case I saw some material I had to have for my own pair of shorts...there was a young woman with a 4 or 5 yr. old daughter, a sister and another lady...the little girl was running through the tables of cloth and hit her arm on a metal stand...she started to cry and her mother jumped down her throat right away about being a baby....and this is what all she said to her daughter and her sister..." is it broken, kaitlyn quit crying, if it isn't broken don't cry, okay, if you don't stop crying I am taking you to the doctor....Well then stop crying....Okay, we're taking you to the hospital...cause that's the only reason to cry...is if it hurts enough to go to the hospital...they'll probably cut it off....Well then quit crying. God, you are such a little cry baby...STOP CRYING" at this point she has grabbed the little girl by the sore arm and is hauling her up to the till....but she lets her go and the woman's sister picks the little girl up, who is still wailing away....but probably not about her arm anymore, more likely about how her own mother, who is supposed to cuddle and protect her, and is instead attacking her...so the aunt picks her up and the crying stops....and the aunt continues to hold her up at the till....and standing in line, the mother just can't stop...she says" boy, your auntie Kristen must really like you to hold you so long....cause I sure wouldn't, cry babies don't deserve to get held..."

In my present emotional basket case phase....I was outraged for that little girl....and wanted to march over to the mother and get right in her face and say, " you need to shut up right now....shut up, now !  ..do you have any idea what you are doing to your little girl....you are the one person she should always be able to go to for comfort and security..., solace and sympathy...not verbal abuse, not ridicule, not vileness and certainly not evil demeaning things spewing from her mothers mouth.  When your little girl is grown up she will heap enough self loathing and guilt on herself, all by herself, with out you doing it now, planting the seeds that will torment her in her adult life, making her doubt her worthiness, to be loved, for happiness and keeping her from even liking herself.

Why do people do that...I wonder, is it to make themselves feel like bigger people, more important, more powerful...ya that's how to do it, by making someone else feel small, insignificant, like shit on the sole of you shoe...to wrinkle your nose at and scrape off on the street.  Do they even know that they only succeed in making themselves small, minuscule, in fact. Like little cells of insecure matter.  Instead of two happy, well adjusted people walking the earth....or one and a slightly less diminished one, there are two damaged souls...nearly beyond salvation.

I just wish that all mothers understood that. They need to nurture their children, cherish them for the gifts they are, help them form, to be the best that they can be....instead of condemning them to a life of doubt, shame, and guilt...

and stay off your God Damned cell phones while driving... I mean really, it's not rocket science people....