As I pondered my writing of this post, I realized the tangents and rabbit holes that I found myself within. It took me a bit too long that what that meant, was a series. So here you have part one of this new series, "What Are We Doing?". Today's post will merely set up a scene. We'll see where this takes you...
School is back in session. What this means for me is that I definitely want to get my workouts done earlier. Okay, that's not true. As the sun takes its time to rise, I too would prefer to sleep a bit later. Although this summer taught me that I do not like to run when the sun is up, I still could afford a few more minutes in the comfort of my bed. The problem with that - I then workout when kids are heading to the bus stops. I know, that sounds pretty ridiculous. Who cares if the kids are at the bus stop? I do. They're obnoxious. Just today I was privy to hearing a girl screeching for no reason other than to hear herself screech. Who does that? My own daughter wanted to go outside and kick children for being so loud and obnoxious (gosh, I love her). For some reason, children forget that rules exist when it is time to wait for a bus. You might be thinking, "Where are the parents?" I'll just stop you there. That's a whole different rabbit hole that I don't feel like diving into right now. So I will just say, I don't know where they are, but if I did, it probably wouldn't do much good anyway. The reason why this post began is not because of the children at the bus stops, but more about the parents of those children. This week, I've had the joy of watching a mother carry her daughter's backpack to the bus stop. Two separate days I was close enough to them to witness. I don't know, maybe the mom just misses the days of throwing her backpack on and heading to the bus. It's all nostalgia. But all I wanted to do was rip the bag off of her back and tell her to make her kid carry it. Over the years, I've seen this a lot. Parents carry their kids' backpacks for them. They carry it to the bus stop. They carry it from the bus stop. They carry the bag from the house to the car. Stop. Just stop. Did we ever have help carrying bags from our parents? No! Our bag, our responsibility. Quit making excuses for your kids. It's too heavy. They have so many books. (They don't.) It's the size of them. (So get a smaller bag). It's a long walk. They already have so much. Blah. Blah. Blah. It may sound mean, but parents, stop carrying your kids' bags. If it truly is too heavy, take a look at what is in the bag and decide what doesn't need to be there. I've looked, most of the time, the heaviest thing in the bag, is their lunch bag. You can be all angry and out of sorts. That's fine. I'll take it. What I won't do, is enable my child. Yup. That's for part two. So stick around as I continue to offend you, and let me offer my perspective.
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