And here I thought I had skated through the toddler years without much too worry about in regards to public displays of humiliation.
Sure, Laina went through a phase where she screamed and sometimes kicked me in the head while I man handled her into her dreaded car seat. And Maile would sometimes melt down if we had her out during what was supposed to be nap time. But for the most part I escaped any sort of public meltdown, screaming, name calling situation that might cause an entire store to stop what they’re doing and give my dirty looks.
Somehow if feels worse to have this public display of horror happening now…when my son is nearly SIX years old than if it had happened when he were three. Three year olds do this kind of thing. Six year olds know better.
At Kainoa’s preschool graduation I thanked his teacher for all the work she’s done, “He’s grown SO much! Thank you!” and then I was all “Kainoa can you tell your teacher thank you? You’re never going to see her again!” To which he responded by sticking his tongue out at me and running away.
“Well then…I mean he really HAS grown…just physically more so than mentally…”
But never have I wanted to crawl under a rock out of pure humiliation as I did just a few days ago at Target. Take a look:
I honestly don’t know what to do with the child at this point. I asked my husband how he gets our son to behave so well for HIM and his suggestion was that I stop hugging him so much. And since that doesn’t seem possible (he’s WAY too huggable), I wonder if I should just get used to leaving him home when I run errands. Lord knows we can never show our faces in Target again.
I have a feeling this won’t be the last time one of my kids embarrasses me in public…