A common occurrence since we moved here:
- We are innocently enjoying the city with our son in his stroller.
- A stranger points out some way that we’re not holding / protecting / paying attention to our son.
- We feel both annoyed and guilty at said stranger’s suggestion.
It happens to all parents, but it doesn’t make it any less troublesome for us. We’re probably not justified in feeling annoyed at the stranger. They could be the type to butt in to other people’s business… But they usually have a point.
Some examples of our less-than-stellar moments of parenting:
BABY, IT’S TOO COLD OUTSIDE, PT. 1
We had just finished a 40-minute subway ride to a Target in Brooklyn (there are none in Manhattan). Cool Baby was asleep in his stroller. We emerged from the subway to make the 3-minute walk to the shopping center.
It was chilly outside, and CB wasn’t completely bundled up. We figured that he would be fine for the short walk. Of course, halfway through our stroll, a lady walked by and pointed out that he should be wearing gloves.
Naturally, I responded by ripping my shirt off, exclaiming that we were from Greenland and that these so-called chilly temps were sweltering to our family.
BABY, IT’S TOO COLD OUTSIDE, PT. 2
We were waiting at Pier 11 in lower Manhattan to take the ferry to Ikea in Brooklyn (maybe going to Brooklyn too much is our problem). I had the boy in the front baby carrier. When he’s in the carrier, his sleeves and pant legs often get hiked up.
Well, the kind woman in front of us noticed how cute CB was. She was very friendly; I think he flashed a smile at her. She then proceeded to pull his sleeves and pant legs down to cover the boy’s limbs while cooing at him.
Naturally, I responded by jumping in the chilly East River, exclaiming that we Greenlanders love a spontaneous swim.
DEATH WISH ON A FERRY
The sun had gone down, and we were on the ferry back from Ikea. I ran to the upper deck to assess the view. The bright lights of Manhattan were gorgeous. I went down to CM, who was now carrying CB in the carrier, asking if she wanted to see.
She excitedly said yes, and we headed to the stairway. Unfortunately, the caption of the ferry cut us off. He said that it was too cold up top for CB and that he couldn’t allow CM to walk up the stairway with him strapped in. One jolt in the water could’ve been bad news.
Not wanting to be labeled a mutineer, I didn’t argue with the captain on his boat. I mumbled a “Go Greenland” and slumped into my seat.
It’s warming up in NYC. I’m excited about spring, and not just for the blooming flowers and beautiful weather. Also for the much fewer opportunities to be pointed out as an irresponsible parent.
Now if you’ll excuse me, the three of us are going night-rollerblading on the Brooklyn Bridge. Woo-hoo!