Short Women

En route to somewhere, I came upon a little lady of 3, sprawled on the sidewalk having a major meltdown.  Imagine Kim Basinger at that age losing her cool, blonde tendrils draped on the pavement, a tiny butt perched in the air.  images-1

A patient father stood a few yards away while a pissed off mother waited at the corner.

Susannah, don’t get into this, I said, but we know me better than that.

“We women have issues,” I said, smiling at the dad. “Sometimes all we need is a great big hug to fix what ails us.”

He smiled in kind but stayed put, not heeding my suggestion.

I looked at this beautiful, unhinged kid kneeling to her level and said,”you’re such a pretty girl. Why are you crying when you’re so pretty?”

Her tears stopped in mid-stream proving once again, age doesn’t matter when vanity pays a call.

She stared at me with blazing blue eyes not knowing what to think.  If I had to guess it would have been, who the hell are you, and why should you care.

After a moment of suspension, she started weeping again, but not as heartily…whimpering not screaming.  A subtle mewl more than a wail.

Her dad, still in position, reached out his hand she slowly took after reluctantly getting up.

Her tights were dusty, so I rubbed mine inspiring her to do the same.

She was the cutest little heathen you’ve ever seen, already self-possessed knowing who she was and who she will undoubtedly grow up to be.

I walked backwards hoping her emotions would stay in check while her eyes never left me.

As I approached the mother still fuming at the corner, I thought…no lectures Susannah.  She’s all of 30 clearly overwhelmed so try not to pass judgment on her style of mothering.

I’m not dealing with this.  She needs to learn to behave. I could have had a career.

Yes, we know this type of parenting.  It’s called…what the fuck was I thinking having children.

I sidled up to her grateful for the red light and said, “your daughter is so beautiful.  I know she’s being bratty, but I’d still kill to have her.”

She thawed remembering what a blessing she gave birth to despite the baby breakdown smiling the same smile she passed onto her daughter.

I guess it takes a woman like me, never blessed with babies, to be able to open the eyes of a girl who has.

SB

 

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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26 Responses to Short Women

  1. Very well could be, Susannah, “but I’d still kill to have her.” put it in the proper perspective.

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  2. Beverly Giangiacomo says:

    I love how you are always in the place you are supposed to be to do a bit of good for the day…you handled that so perfectly!

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    • It’s because I can’t mind my own business. Now I know how an old-time cub reporter felt who spent their day searching for a story to write. I notice everything. It’s also because I grew up in an alcoholic home…you have senses like a cat ready for that glass to be tossed across the room.
      I wasn’t lucky enough to have kids. I can’t help being envious of those who have them. She was a handful, but who isn’t Beverly, at any age 🙂

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  3. You defused the whole situation. I hate temper tantrums on kids (no patience!). I had a nephew who used to have them when he was young. Now he’s a minister. They go away and you find a normal person there. Perhaps kids get frustrated too.

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  4. skinnyuz2b says:

    You said all the right things, Susannah. I recall being a working mother of a toddler (later diagnosed with ADD). I had no trouble getting cooperation from all the people working under me, but my little boy wasn’t always good with ‘No’. A lecture or judgemental glare would only produce guilt. Your kind words brighten the day and lighten the load.

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  5. Patricia says:

    I have been told that I had extraordinary temper tantrums. I have no memory of them. I do remember wanting to have them on occasion but knowing it was a bad idea. Makes me wonder what had happened when I did have them…must have been very unpleasant.

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    • I remember very little of being little. I sulked a lot…sensitive even then. My mother said, I would rock furiously in my miniature rocking chair, but I don’t recall that. Women…hard to have no say when you had one, even then.

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  6. Elle Knowles says:

    You played that out well Susannah. Where were you when my children were little? I would have loved to have had the advice of an Auntie Susannah! 😉 I wasn’t very consistent. I have a lot of hindsight. They would have benefitted greatly I’m sure. ~Elle

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  7. how precious! Such insight and wisdom, I am certain those parents will always remember you, and hopefully learn a bit. Just had little man here for ten days…. you would have had a ball with him. I did, but am barely able to function today!

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  8. There are days when I wish it was still acceptable for me to throw myself on the sidewalk…

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