Cody and I sometimes joke that we are parents to an elderly woman in a five year old body.
She hates loud noises.
She hates candy.
She hates merriment in general.
“How dare you present me with such rubbish! Don’t you know who I am?”
She always has to have a blanket on her lap.
Kids drive her crazy.
Loud music? Can’t stand it.
“Darn you kids and your cheerful gallivanting!“
I took her to the playground today where a bunch of high schoolers on spring break were running amok. Bad words, disrespect for each other and the worst, ignorance to the little kids that were there first.
I silently stewed in my brain. Considered calling their parents. Following them home. Videotaping them.
Bah. They were jerks.
And then one almost knocked my kid off a ladder because he was too busy trying to beat the tar out of another kid.
I went crazy lady loud. If I’ve ever experienced Mama Bear emotions it was in that moment.
All twenty teenagers went dead silent and still, staring open mouthed at the shouty lady poised at the side of the playground.
No one apologized, a few of the girls told the boys to watch out for the little kids.
But for the most part they could have cared less.
I think my generation was kind of the end of the whole “respect your elders” group.
I know I can’t control everything.
But I refuse to let Addie grow up to be a jerk.
She will respect herself.
She will respect others.
She will care for those smaller than her, and hold in high regard those bigger than her.
I’m hoping I’m not alone in this. That other parents out there want the same for their kids. That these “old fashioned values” will again become the norm.
That when Addie plays on a playground with her friends in 11 years she won’t be looked at like a dork for making sure the little kids are okay. That she won’t be ashamed to stand up for herself when others around begin using words that no self respecting person, especially a child, would use.
That she will make modesty cool. That she will take pride in her virtue. That others will look to her as an example.
Adelaide means “of exalted nature.”
I hope she exudes that and more.
I know I can’t keep her innocent forever. But oh, how I treasure her innocence now.
I take it as my challenge and my privilege to raise a young lady.
Even if she already acts like an old grumpy one.