This post from Andrea Frazer has made me think more than possibly any other post she has written recently. I really enjoy reading Andrea’s blog. Her humour, honesty and winning way with words speak to me, often in the way that I need *right now*.
Her post was on “bragging cheerleading moms”, the ones who insist on letting the whole world know how fabulous their little darling is. An annoying and principal part of their cheering is volume. How can you publicise your child’s cleverness if nobody hears your message? (Why yes, I am interested in advertising and marketing. How did you guess? LOL!)
Since reading that post, I’ve found myself to be almost hyper-vigilant about how I address DD, my utterly adorable 2 year old, in public. As I mentioned in my earlier post here, supermarkets can be fraught times when DD is in one of her moods. I turn on the full entertainment and distraction mode. Not on my Robinson Crusoe with that, obviously. But do I tell the world how fantastic DD is if she does something smart?
I realise I’m slightly hampered. I’m a trained singer and do public speaking. My voice can carry easily and boy, it’s easily understood. (Except, of course, by a cranky toddler. That goes without saying.) Are people learning more than they ever want to know about me, my daughter, and our little world? Maybe. I am utterly shameless in those powder keg situations. I will sing (softly, I hope!), point out interesting things, discuss DD’s food preferences, and more. The squee of “OMG! You are so smart to count to ten!” is more than I could stomach. I will, however, praise DD if she does something right, and praise her for continuing good behaviour. I don’t have to let everyone know about it, though.
I guess I’ve ended up a bit paranoid. I probably shouldn’t be. 🙂 If I had my wits about me, I’d hold onto my business cards and hand them out to people who give me looks, offering them singing and speech lessons.
I think DD is taking after her mama. After forcing the poor mite to come with me to the restrooms at the mall, DD was highly disgusted with me and proclaimed loudly “Ooh Mummy! Mummy did a yucky! Ooh, stinky!” Thanks, kid. 😉