Sometimes, we will have a family something at a restaurant. On some of these occasions, my daughter gets fussy and wants to run around instead of sit at the table (and so gets even louder than she was already fussing), and I start to stress about the disturbance.
Oftentimes, though, on these same occasions, another family appears in the restaurant with a screaming child. Which, while annoying in its nature, gives me an immediate sense of ease as I realize that my child is nowhere near that level of disruption and things aren’t actually as bad as I was starting to feel that they were.
Yes, she’s fussing and causing me trouble, and even some annoyance at our own table. But she isn’t actually loud enough to be an overall disturbance in the restaurant. Because that kid over there isn’t even all that bad of a disturbance, yet he is clearly screaming intensely in his fit.
Haha.
So dumb, but so true. It’s always a quick reminder that things are actually totally fine and I can chill. Kids are kids, and I’m not doing a horrible job of parenting, let alone doing so in public.
God, please keep my husband and our daughter and me safe and well and whole. Grant is rejuvenating sleep each night and safe travels always. In your name, I pray. Amen.
Post-a-day 2026