Not so Kid Crazy...

I admit, I am totally momma-centric. That is, my day to day life pretty much revolves around my kids and all that this entails. When Jam says "bar-be-que" in that oh so cute way, making it sound like "bahbeeshoot," I'm absolutely smitten. When Mudd squeals with delight as he sits up proudly, I fall more and more in love with him. But sometimes I'm reminded that not everyone has that maternal instinct...the one that makes grown women goo to make your infant son laugh as you're waiting in line at the grocery store. Not everyone looks at your double stroller and then utters a variation of "so cute." I hate to break it to you, but there are people in this world that just don't love your kids as much as you think. It isn't you, it isn't your kids, it's kids in general. Not everyone has the mommy bone, and you just can't take it personally.
Today we were riding in a big glass elevator. "Up and down," Jam kept saying. The elevator wasn't busy, so I let Jam have his fun. I don't particularly love elevators, as Big D can attest, but when your kids are having fun, you'll do just about anything to keep them happy. A woman got on the elevator during one of our many trips from G to 6, and I made sure that there was plenty of room for her. She asked me if I was getting out and I explained with a laugh that we were just riding the elevator to nowhere in particular (actually somewhere between G and 6, but who's counting?) She didn't acknowledge me, let alone look at Jam or Mudd. She just got in, shuffled her toes, and got out at 4.
She could have been having a bad day. But this wasn't the first time something like this has happened. And when it happens, you can't take it personally. It's not YOUR kids that aren't cute...it's ALL kids. I always think that I can change these people, and I engage them and challenge them to say something, anything...but sometimes my efforts prove futile...