@cathf
No
I’ve never had a problem with other people’s children being children.
I was a prolific caner in my early twenties, living in east London. Saturday and Sunday mornings hungover sat in cafes alongside families with young noisy kids never fussed me. I often played with them. Nothing like helping a kid draw a wobbly stick man to help you through a vodka fuelled existential crisis.
As a whistles wearing, 4 inch stiletto heeled tv exec at important relationship building meetings a few years later- often conducted in cafes and restaurants - I never minded kids being kids. In fact I remember once signing a major celebrity up for a show, and the thing that seemingly broke the ice with them was that I had passed a grizzly toddler’s mum my bread basket to keep kid from melting down totally whilst waiting for their meal (I was serial carb dodger so not totally altruistic). They said I wasn’t “like” other tv producers, and they thought they could work with me.
And now I’m a LP to a boisterous 2yo boy, with a new career and living in a strange city, with no real family support or weekend childcare, the thing that has most sustained me, when it’s been really FUCKING hard to feel like I have anything like the life I used to, is going for a flat white and a bastard gluten free muffin. And I have to take my kid. And I’ll be honest with you- between my exceptionally stressful job, my lack of support and network, and significantly depleted funds since I had to start from scratch, those Saturday mornings are about all I have left of a social life.
So yeah I’ll expect the rest of society to show the same forebearance and humanity I did, while I get on with living and parenting, and my kid gets on with moving through the necessary neurological development stages he needs to, before he stops shouting “bums!” At random passers-by without warning, or laughing hysterically because he’s thrown his spoon on the floor for the 576832th time. People might want him to shut up- hell, likelihood is, I’ll want him to shut up in that moment- but I will never ever ever let anyone make me feel guilty, or unwelcome, because I’m the mother of a small child, doing what small children do. And I never did that to anyone else either, because, frankly, I’m a decent human being.