tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681632491042947805.post7778418057559624418..comments2023-10-21T06:45:27.501-04:00Comments on Blogging Hallie and Lea's Life: Parenting. Mother's Day Post No. 1abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03403145277760263562noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681632491042947805.post-83075564592759664242008-05-12T20:08:00.000-04:002008-05-12T20:08:00.000-04:00The number of ghastly parents out there must surel...The number of ghastly parents out there must surely be smaller than the sum of decent, good-enough, and genuinely heroic parents out there, I figure. (Or maybe that's just what I pray for.) <BR/><BR/>But I mostly notice the jerks. <BR/><BR/>Like the one at the playground the other day who was half-a-playground away as her toddler walked unsupervised by the big kids' tire swing, and whom Tom had to snatch out the way before he got clobbered. And his split second of hesitation -- 'you're not supposed to touch other people's kids' -- might have been enough to land this kid in the ER with a serious injury. (Never mind that in NYC, the swings have been enclosed in a separate area of the playground for as long as I can remember, so that this sort of incident should be impossible. Not at our playground here in Miami. There is no separation at all between swings and other parts of the playground.)<BR/><BR/>I suppose that taking time to recognize the decent parents, the ones whose kids are not mean, or in danger of being walloped by a swing, or whatever, would be good for my blood pressure and probably my general outlook on life. So why is that so hard to do?Kirsten Woodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12835485333580933509noreply@blogger.com