And, I sure as Hell don't feel like I've missed any kind of train.
I'm not perfect. But then, you knew that. The attention showered on this blog over the last few weeks has been wonderful but it has also brought out some criticisms that have been tough to read.
I didn't cry though. I cried a lot this week, but I didn't shed one tear over words that were meant to sting.
I cried when Paul Pierce got a standing ovation when he returned to the garden this week.
I cried when I watched Parenthood.
I cried when I read an email from a mom who is feeling lonely and afraid.
I cried when I received a letter from a dad who is making it work despite no services for his boy
But, I didn't cry when "Not Cute" said:
Absolutely nothing great or appealing about this story. This story only entertain parents who feel it is okay for their kids to annoy people without and care for others. That man could have been tired as hell,but had to play the role society often expect us to play, that of being the good guy. My kids would never behave like that, neither would I allow them. Because I know how insulting some adults can be to kids and not all adults are kids friendly.
When you have your children behaving like this, they grow older believing it is okay to do it as teenagers or even adults. Behaviors like hers lead to bullying, because she believes everyone must accept her tantrums. If she demonstrated her behaviour for a few minutes then we could say it is somewhat cute or acceptable, but for an entire flight? Come on Lady, you even accept the fact that you often apologize for her behaviour and it hasn't dawn on you that your not parenting right?
I didn't even flinch. This is tame compared to some of the other hatred spewed in the comments but it is a good example of why I wrote the letter to "Daddy in 16c" in the first place. I could have just as easily ended up sitting next to this guy.
I stopped reading the comments days ago. So, like Kate, in the picture attached to this post...."Keep talking losers 'cause we can't hear you!"
I realize that for every hurtful comment there are fifty that make my heart swell. I also realize that so many of you were quick to defend us and for that we are so grateful. I would urge you now to ignore the hateful words. The authors are craving the banter and the best course of action, as I see it, it to ignore completely, anyone that would write a venomous thought about a beautiful moment.
By the way. bonus points for anyone who can tell where I got the title (and first line) of this post.
Happy Mail to:
27 Wellington Row
Saint John, NB
Grace and Kate's mom. (Shanell)