These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Friday, October 11, 2013
It was one of those very good days
I dearly love this city.
It's pretty over the holidays, with snow and ice on the branches and lots of lights and happy people carrying shopping bags. I look forward to that. But this is good, too, and it won't be with us much longer.
By the way, I realize I haven't seen Puppet Bike once this year! Damn!
Posted by The Gal Herself at 10/11/2013 08:12:00 AM 4 comments:
Not a cat
As we approached their stop, his mother had taken him out of his stroller so that his aunt could fold it down. She was holding him in her lap, because the aisle of an el train is not a good place for a toddler to run free. I guess to him, being out of the stroller should mean freedom and he didn't care for being on her lap.
His round cheeks turned a bright red and he began to meow. At least that's what I thought he was doing. Twisting in his mother's lap, trying to pry her hands off of him, reaching for the railing and trying to pull himself free, shouting and crying, "ME-OW!" over and over and over and over.
When the tears started and his scissoring legs entered the act, I understood that he was actually yelling, "ME DOWN!"
Mom was amazing placid. More embarrassed by how we reacted to the display than surprised by it. And she never released her grip. Perhaps she couldn't stop his tantrum but she steadfastly refused to reward it.
It must be a tough tightrope for moms to walk. I imagine that you want your kids to be free and strong and able to stand up for themselves. Just not with you.
Posted by The Gal Herself at 10/11/2013 06:29:00 AM 1 comment:
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