A little kid flying business class with his parents threw the most epic tantrum I’ve ever seen. Never mind that it was 3 am and everyone was trying to sleep, he was jumping up and down so hard that the plane shook, clapping to wake people up, throwing his head phones because he wanted to watch Pokemon, jumping off the footrest so hard that he broke it, and screeching so loud that his dad finally dragged him into a lavatory just to buffer the sound. He literally shook a stranger until she woke up. His parents kept passing him back and forth because neither of them knew what to do.
Question: remember the fear? What happened?? I know I’m not the only one who could feel their mom’s eyes on us the second we started cutting up. She didn’t even have to be on the same side of the room; I could feel the threat of proximity if I took a wrong step. Shoot, I’m 31 years old, but I STILL know better than to act a fool in my mother’s presence. Never in my life has she had to say “please” or beg me to act right.
When did obedience become optional?
Truth be told, I felt bad for the parents. I could see how exasperated they were. And I think there’s only so much you can blame the parents. At some point, each child becomes their own individual person. They make choices and mistakes, just like the rest of us. This kid may have been spoiled coming up, may have never had a spanking, may never have even sat through a full time out. You can attribute some to the parents, maybe, but I just don’t think it’s all them. It’s hard to say what was done right or wrong from the outside, and I don’t think there’s just one way to parent effectively.
I hope those parents find something that gives them more confidence in their ability to parent and run their household. Otherwise, that kid is going to run all over them.
I’m no Mother Teresa, but I would say that I am generous with those that I care about. I genuinely care for the well-being of those around me, and it matters to me that the people I love have what they need to get by.
That being said, I’m not stupid, nor am I a doormat. My generosity and kindness should not be mistaken for weakness or vulnerability. Attempts to take advantage or exploit are hardly going unnoticed. But I think this is the point where people sometimes get a little lost.
Often, when people realize that someone is taking them for granted, they get down on themselves. Maybe it cracks their confidence, or maybe it makes them feel like a prize idiot. Damn that. Don’t let someone make you feel bad for being who you are. Remember that what you did came from a good place. There’s no sense in feeling bad for doing something good.
People are taken for granted all the time. Rather than let what happened defeat you or eat away at your will and drive, let it fuel you. Use that experience as motivation, and most of all, learn from it. At the end of the day, if you’re not making the most of your life, you’re giving in to the negative energy that came to steal away your livelihood.
I am a true believer that you get what you put out into the universe. Call it Karma, call it an eye for an eye, Yin and Yang, call it comeuppance. I don’t have to do or say anything, try to get even, yell, or even be angry. I feel sorry for anyone that would take advantage, because it says something about where they are in their life — maybe they’re going through something. And I forgive. There’s no use in hanging onto negativity; it’s just a waste of energy that could be put to better use.
I won’t change who I am or how I treat people. I won’t stop caring, because that’s now how I operate. But I will keep my distance.