Thursday, January 22, 2009
We are loud. Ok, I'm loud but I don't yell at my husband. We don't scream at each other. But for some reason Amelia has joined the ranks of the 15 month olds that scream for everything. She yells like a homeless mad woman in delight, frustration, exhaustion. It's almost a way to communicate. We started putting her in her crib more for our discipline than for hers when she clearly screams because she doesn't get her way. She doesn't get it but it helps her caregivers, i.e. Mama, Dad and Babysitter, deal with her tantrums. When it's just pure excitement or to call my attention, I get down to her level and tell her there is no need to yell. Yeah, that works really well.
But what irks me is something that I have noticed from the Mommy clan since I became a part of it. We can be some nasty bitches when we want to. When I take Amelia to open play at Gymboree, she screams with excitement and frustration often. I apologize profusely to other parents and try to curtail her yelling. Many parents are supportive and tell me there kids behave the same way. My Gymbo friends even embrace her incessant yelling. But many just stare at me as if I just don't know how to control my daughter.
If I hear "wow, those are some set of lungs" or, "that is a great way to ask for attention" one more time, I could punch someone. I couldn't control myself and I told the one woman who said that screaming was a great way to call for attention that it was worst for me than for her since I have to take Amelia home with me.
What the hell is that? Aren't we on the same freaking boat? My kid may scream with joy, but theirs might just not eat or just spit at strangers even when his/her parents eat very well and only spit in private. Why do women do this crap to each other? Do we need to be sarcastic with each other when we all know we do the best we can as mothers? Call me hypersensitive but if women didn't unite, we still wouldn't have the right to vote.
You know who the nicest Moms are? The ones whose sons cry every time Amelia screams. Bless there hearts. They apologize for their boys being spooked by my rambunctious girl, as I apologize for my loud ass princess.
For those who think I'm just not doing enough or that is what I get for being a loud ass myself, I just got the email from the experts that reminds me what age Amelia is every week and what she should be doing for her age and my girl is right on target---she's supposed to be a screamer. Ay Mama!