Today, I decided to hunt for a set of drawers, plus I had some clothes to take to St Vinnie's after I emptied my wardrobe (and now I have to fill up all the empty coathangers...what a pity) and while I was out, treat myself to lunch.
I didn't find the drawers, but filled up some coathangers and found a pair of casual shoes exactly the same as my daughters bought and I had admired, but...30% cheaper...heheh. Then I decided to have a bite to eat.
I put in my order (chicken and leek pie, blueberry muffin with cream and a cup of coffee), sat down and watched people...one of my favourite pastimes. I wondered about, had a quiet giggle, commiserated and mentally cheered, various passersby. Until I became aware of such a bellowing and screaming of a young child that chilled my blood. I thought this child had hurt himself rather badly and peered about trying to see what was going on. I saw an elderly lady with twin boys in a supermarked trolley...one was sitting quietly, the other was on his feet, red in the face, screaming and pointing at something. The elderly lady, who seemed to be grandma, looked as if she wished was anywhere else but where she was.
These boys would have been about three and my first impression was of a tantrum...he'd seen something he wanted and was denied it. Grandma was obviously waiting for either mum or dad...it was mum...who eventually came along and had a few words with the little boy which didn't seem to make any difference whatsoever. They wandered off, the boy's screams diminishing as they went and I put it out of my mind.
I had my lunch and wandered around some more, trying to get inspiration for my youngest daughter's birthday which is in about three weeks. I wandered into a book shop (I should never do that, because I always come out with something I had no intention of buying) and whilst browsing could hear a kid throwing a tantrum...so I thought. It was the same mother and grandmother with the same two boys and the one still screaming. This was an hour later, believe it or not. I came across them again about half-an-hour later, with the little boy still crying and screaming.
Now at this stage, I was getting concerned. After all that time, he should not have still been in such a state and I felt that something was radically wrong. I had spoken to a couple of shop assistants and mentioned that I had seen this little boy crying quite a long time earlier and they had heard him earlier, as well. I don't know what was wrong. All I know was that the little boy was obviously very distressed. Okay, he may have had some problem of which we were all ignorant, but my point is...wouldn't it have been better if he had been taken home into his own territory?
I can't help feeling that, whatever was wrong, the mother had her agenda and nothing or no-one was going to interrupt that...including her distressed child. My dilemma was...should I say something or not? Okay, he may have been throwing a tantrum but I really don't think that was the case. I did notice someone say something to the mother, and evidently got short shrift for their pains...probably with a few swear words thrown in, as they looked rather flustered.
I don't want to judge (and I probably have) but I really feel that this little boy would have been better off being taken home, calmed down and probably put down for a nap. I just felt it was more than a tantrum...especially after the length of time he was so distressed. I don't know...what do you think?