I should just switch my site to a train travelogue since, once again, I have a tender tale to share.
I’m on the N Train, the Broadway local into Queens, when, as I make my way to the stairs to exit, come upon a young mom and her little girl that’s no more than 2.
The kid is screaming because she doesn’t want to be held, preferring to walk on her own. The mother, all of 20, looks Polish to me with a round, doughy face that tries her best to calm her child, who’s having none of it.
I say as I tool by, “She’s already so independent, and oh so cute.” The kid, all female, stops wailing, basking in the compliment, before going back to her version of Twist and Shout.
Finally, her mother gives up, putting her down while those crocodile tears shut down like a sprinkler.
She then, expertly grabs the railing proceeding to walk.
I offer to take their stroller down, but Mom says a polite no thanks, as we both watch how each step takes 5 minutes since, the tiny diva thinks nothing of resting after each one.
You couldn’t help but to smile, this wee bossy bundle in pink who knows perfectly well she’s gotten her way, now giggling her spoiled half-pint head off.
It’s like watching a YouTube video, just LIVE.
By the time she reaches the bottom of the stairway, a crowd has gathered.
As she makes it to the landing, we all clap, our parental slips, all showing.
Just goes to show you, women, big or small, will always tell you, who’s boss, and don’t you dare forget it. 🙂
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