Today we decided to have breakfast at Cracker Barrel. Yeah, I know what you are going to say that place is crowded on Sunday. It was and the wait time was supposed to be 25 minutes (was actually more like 40). The food was great and the fire going in the fireplace. Something I love on a rainy dreary, cold day.
As we were finally seated, I noticed that behind me were two groups of screaming kids. The children varied in ages from infant up to about six. These kids were not only screaming but also moving around as the wait staff was trying to serve. Where are the parents as this happened you ask? It just so happens that they were sitting right there with the kids. One parent was their phone texting or playing a game. (Who knows) The other group was arguing with the child. When are we going to stop trying to be our kids friends? For both groups I say you are the reason the world is going to hell in a hand basket. You want to be so popular in your own home that you do not see the damage you are doing to the rest of society. These little citizens will grow up to be out of control adults. Right now this is what we are dealing with in present time.
There is a good story in this breakfast outing. After being there for a while two families sat down to my right and in front of me. These are real parents. The children were told what they were allowed to order and told they had to wait. Imagine this telling your kids what was going to happen and not allowing them to tell you. Novel concept. Being a parent. In this day and time it is becoming a rare species.
You ask how can I say this. When my children were younger we not only went to restaurants but also traveled. They were never allowed to dictate to me our my then husband. My ex was different in his parenting style. He was and still is a push over. I may not have been the popular parent. My oldest son informed me just last week that I was a bad parent. But I did what we are supposed to do. Raise our children to be good citizens.