17 December 2005

Now, there's this person...

This person said we're trying to raise our kids as robots. This person said we're way too strict and pick too much on our kids' behaviour. (Granted, we do tend to pick on their behaviour from time to time - and we'll continue. It's called guidance.)

This person managed to put in, in the same sentence (sic!), that our kids are amazing, warm, caring, and fun to be with. This person apparently saw no connection between this and our way of raising them. (As one friend put it - our kids are obviously ganging up at nights, when we think they're asleep, scheming on how to continue being nice despite their horrible parents.)

This person also said, back when told I was carrying quads, "will you be sad if one of them dies?"...

This person I have to meet up with on occasion. Anyone tell me how to behave like a decent human being next to this person? Admittedly, this person also has other sides, but this side shines through regardless...

12 comments:

Cathy said...

OH my goodness. Such people have no clue and it would be pointless trying to explain to them. I think keeping as much distance is probably the best thing; avoid them at all costs. When you ahve to be around them try not to listen too closely to what they have to say. My baby has a small birthmark on his forehead that you can barely see at all and if you look through photos of him on my blog you won't see it at all. A woman said the other day "what is thaaaat thiiiing on his forehead???" Some people just have no idea; they are simply inconsiderate and this is something that can not be explained to them. So again, AVOID! :)

Børge Skråmestø said...

Is it Our Mutual Friend (to phrase it in a Dickensian manner) that has come to haunt you?

Avoidavoidavoid!

If you can.

mum said...

Since I happen to know who This person is, I just wonder if this is a way of telling This person. There might be an opportunity of the same person reading your blog, or what....? Love, mum

ps . the kids' ganging up at nights seem to have been successful!

Scholiast said...

I can't imagine This Person reads my blog. Or would see that it was about said person even so (self insight and all that)...

No, Børge, it's not OMF (thank God!), but it might as well have been...

Cathy, thanks, I'll do my best ;)

"D" said...

I always wanted to use this line: Thanks so much, seriously, for your input. Nothing is as important to us as advice on how to (insert topic here: raise a child, labor and delivery, have a wedding) so would you mind signing a legal release our lawyer designed? You know, in case your advice doesn't work right and something 'goes wrong'!

Riannan said...

It doesn't sound as if you can avoid her--or you would have--but you know what she is.

Say something like "Thank you for your input" and move on to someone else.
And laugh at her if you can.

Sounds like you're doing a great job.

Shawn Z. Lea said...

Always make light. Always smile. "Thank you so much...robot children was just what we were aiming for!" ;)

Chloe said...

nobody can tell you how to raise your kids. most of all, not a rude, inconsiderate, judgemental person like that. I am with Cathy, avoid them at all costs. And if you can't a little sarcasm might help. (if they get sarcasm of course).

Siljemor said...

Som den outsider jeg er, velger jeg å skrive på selve morsmålet. Det er julaften i dag, og selvom jeg ikke er helt sikker på hvem dere skal feire sammen med, håper jeg du slipper unna denne person, hvis navn vi ikke nevner - jeg er så (u)priviligert å vite hvem det dreier seg om, og beundrer din tålmodighet. Blir oppgitt gang på gang av å høre av personens nye fremstøt. Men hva kan man si? Noen er født uten antenner. Glad i deg og dine, håper julen blir bra.
Store klemmer fra silje, som sitter i sofaen og knasker på julesokken. PS; Håper Anna liker gaven:)

T said...

When I was pregnant with my oldest son, I was working in a restaurant at night, finishing my degree during the day. One night a very short man was smoking a very large cigar. I was about to vomit on him from the smell and asked if he minded blowing it the other way due to morning sickness kicking in. He didn't answer yes or no, just asked why I wasn't worried that I was killing my baby by working in a restaurant that allowed smoking. My answer to him was simple. To my knowledge second hand smoke had never killed an unborn child, but some think it may stunt their growth after birth. Apparently this had been his fate and I was so sorry to bring back painfull memories. He put his cigar out and did not say another word.

My advice? People that pick can't handle being picked on. take what she says, turn it around, say it politely and she'll hopefully leave her foot shoved in her mouth and remain silent after that. If that doesn't work just knock her over and blame it on hormones.

just sayin' said...

I constantly tell my girlfriend that we are raising a barbarian son. He is so different from the children I am used to being around, i.e., my 3 nieces and 1 nephew. She and I have totally opposite parenting approaches. Time shall tell the kind of man he becomes.

Avoid the 'robot' person. If this is not possible, give yourself permission not to feel judged and found wanting. The proof is in the pudding. By her/his own words, your children are a delight to be around.

An aside to Cathy - Sounds like where God gave your babe a little kiss. My son has a scar on his forehead where the radiator gave him a kiss which required a trip to the emergency room and 4 stitches.

just sayin' said...

I constantly tell my girlfriend that we are raising a barbarian son. He is so different from the children I am used to being around, i.e., my 3 nieces and 1 nephew. She and I have totally opposite parenting approaches. Time shall tell the kind of man he becomes.

Avoid the 'robot' person. If this is not possible, give yourself permission not to feel judged and found wanting. The proof is in the pudding. By her/his own words, your children are a delight to be around.

An aside to Cathy - Sounds like where God gave your babe a little kiss. My son has a scar on his forehead where the radiator gave him a kiss which required a trip to the emergency room and 4 stitches.