Of kids being themselves and Nonchalant adults...

Thursday, 5 April 2012

I wonder if the environment and parental influence play a greater part in shaping who we are than we ever thought they did.

There have been many times when I get irritated by kids who simply cannot behave the way they should in the restaurant. Now I do realize that most of them do not know any better, but it annoys me when the parents leave them to wreak havoc and yell their little lungs out. Running around in a busy restaurant is more dangerous than most people actually realize... with food being delivered and people walking about (especially when it's a madhouse) - there is no telling when they would knock against one of the food runners carrying a steaming bowl of soup.

When an accident like that happens, chances are the restaurant and its servers would be to blame. We can teach the staff how to ensure that safety is the top priority when serving families with young children, but there is so much that we can do if the parents themselves don't see the dangers and do their part as well.

Aside from that, it's really made me wonder on several occasions - why do these parents leave them alone? Do they not realize that their little children can be a nuisance to the rest of the diners? It's perfectly fine if they are creating a ruckus at their own table, but when they go to the extent of disturbing the rest of the people who are enjoying their dinner, shouldn't they be made to understand that what they're doing is wrong?

It's funny, but upon observing these families, I realized that in many instances - the parents themselves can be rather obnoxious and rude. This may be rather stereotypical on my part - but it's made me think that perhaps their parents never taught them manners as it is accepted in society, and therefore, they are only doing what they deem is right? Now, don't get me wrong... I'm not talking about babies and toddlers who can be quite a handful because they are at a stage whereby it is extremely difficult to try to make them understand the voice of reason.

On the other hand, there are the little kids who are pleasantly sweet and polite, minding their P's and Q's, and sitting quietly whilst the adults converse. Even if they do talk amongst each other, it isalmost with reverent whispers, and they are such a pleasure to serve and come across. Imagine hearing a child speak to you thus:

"May I have some Orange Juice, please?"
It never fails to put a smile on my face. 

Now excuse me while I try to drill some manners onto my precocious boy.

4 comments :

  1. I always teach Sophie that she must display good manners. Not that she remembers all the time, but if she doesn't mind her Ps and Qs and please, she wouldn't get what she wants from me. Which is funny too, because she can raise her voice at me and then tell me, I say please already. *faints*

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    1. Hahaaa... I can imagine!

      Plus one thing about kids - they are brutally honest, plus it gets harder to bluff them :D

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  2. We've made the same observation as you... that a lot of times, the kids take after the parents. More often than not, when you see obnoxious kids, you see the obnoxious parents too. Though, of course, there are always exceptions to the rule... then hubbs and I will comment to one another "The parents quite okay what. How come the kid/s like that huh?" hahahaha...

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    1. Ok... at this point, I have to admit I'm SO totally guilty of making that comparison as well, and putting two and two.

      But I'm worse - I'll think (only think!!!) that they could have been influenced by their caregivers, which aren't their parents.

      Then I'll worry myself silly, cos although my MIL takes care of the boy (and I can't fault her teaching otherwise I won't have married the hubs!) I'll think we're not doing our best and he's going to turn out to be this incorrigible stamp-his-feet-when-he-doesn't-get-his-way child.

      She does tend to spoil him silly... *haiz*

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