Monday, March 6, 2017
The other day Mrs. C and I left for some shopping chores. We left at the same time the school bus was unloading children in our townhouse community. We are responsible citizens, when there is a school bus stopped, we stop and wait for the children to empty and go on their way and the bus to turn off its flashers before we move on.
I wish parents would be just as responsible.
The children poured out of the bus and anxious parents were dutifully waiting for them.
My first thought was why are parents waiting for their children. These kids all live a block or less from where the bus lets them off. There is very little traffic in our little enclave, and there are 6 speed bumps on the four block long road, so speeding is impossible.
Why can’t the children make it home all by themselves, or at a minimum with the assistance of some of the older children?
A million years ago, I walked to and from kindergarten by myself. It was about five blocks away. I don’t remember a single parent leading or following their child to school. Of course there were crossing guards at every corner, parents weren’t stupid.
But OK, times have changed, parents are nervous, and the news is rife with stories of bad actors and drunk drivers. It is fine for the parents to walk their children where ever they go, but the pebble in my shoe was how they did it.
These parents took their time crossing the street. They not only took their time, but several stopped in the middle of the street to cuddle their child, and to tuck in their shirts or wipe smutz off their little faces…IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET! WHILE CARS WERE WAITING FOR THEM TO CROSS!!
No wonder children no longer know how to cross a street, their parents don’t even know how to cross a street. I’ve seen these kids look both ways and then saunter across the street even though a car is coming.
Fine, you taught them to look both ways, but you neglected to tell them not to cross if they see a car, and to run not walk when they do cross.
I know, I am old, I am cranky. Times have changed. My grandparents probably complained that children no longer were taught how to gut a deer or make their own shoes. But for God sake, let them walk home alone, and teach them how to cross a damn street.
Hell if they make it home OK, give them a trophy, what do I care.