One of the last times (as in recent, but also as in ever, probably😳) that I took all the kids with me to a salon to get haircuts, they were a little, well,...unruly. The girls did fine, but the boys wailed in lament while getting their hair cut and then proceeded to run off their energy when it wasn’t their turn. It wasn’t my finest aspects of parenting on display but it was also 3 boys 4 and under so, you know. WE’RE ONLY HUMAN. But then it happened—one of the hairstylists kept muttering and making snide comments about them under her breath (all within my hearing, of course) as I tried my best to keep their energy levels to a minimum. But I guess something finally tipped her off as she loudly proclaimed in front of me AND my children, “What a bunch of little beasts.” Now I’m sure you can guess how the mama bear reared it’s ugly head, fangs and all, and I could have roared quite a few things about respect for paying customers and how she should mind her own business, they’re not hurting anyone, and if it bothers her, how about offering a frazzled mama some help?!? etc. But honestly in that moment all I could think about, was the fact that wounding words had just been spoken over my children, and they HEARD IT. And they were waiting to see my response. And it would be more than just a reply, it would be the judgment call on whether her statement was true or false. So I just said, with as much calm as I could muster, “You mean little blessings.” And left it at that.
Not sure if I’ll ever get their hair cut there again, or if I do, we’ll have to all march in armed with chocolates and flowers for that lady. I’m sure she could use the extra love. 💕 - 9 minutes ago