So there is this new villain on American Parent-Sphere, my friends informed me during our weekly Gchat.
I am mildly scared of reacting to anything parenting/ baby related around my quite opinionated and otherwise very democratic friends. All other topics are usually hotly debated, but the moment it comes to kids-Bam!! Everyone’s nerves go jittery, everything becomes more personal than underarm shaving and the tender thread of Gchat threatens to spill in angry diatribes, wicked smileys and passive-aggressive FB status messages whereby everyone knows who is being taunted, but nobody can claim it openly.
The new villain is Chef Grant Akatz of Michelin star restaurant Alinea. He tweeted when a couple got their 8 month old to his fine dining establishment:
‘Tbl brings 8mo.Old. It cries. Diners mad, Tell ppl no kids? Subject diners 2crying? Ppl take infants 2 plays? Concerts? Hate saying no,but..”.
My friends were fuming about the inconsiderate hoity-toity ness of the kid-bashing, spatula wielding man who couldn’t tolerate a toddler screaming in room full of 78 other customers who had paid $ 265 per head to have a Michelin experience. And I am not talking of the tyre here, but a truly exclusive, need-to-book-weeks-in-advance experience.
I am almost always very pro-mothers. I believe that motherhood shouldn’t cost any woman experiences that other people can avail of. I believe that motherhood is as feminist an issue as any.
I am not baby friendly, but I get along very well with kids.
And I have never publicly declared my annoyance at inconsiderate parents. So, my friends assumed that I would support their argument that by banning kids from restaurants would effectively ban their mothers ( since it is mothers who overwhelmingly care for infants).
And yes it is true. But the answer is definitely not subjecting other people, who have zero interest in your kids’ developmental needs or whatever it is, to your unruly babies/kids.
‘Aww… it is a baby and babies cry..’,’Awww… he is just a kid’, or more annoying ‘ You also were a kid once’ are insensitive responses when someone points out that your offspring is, well, being a nuisance.
Since I am not a parent myself, I will not tell you about disciplining your kids.Or recite stories about ‘when we were also kids once and were mortally scared of our mother’s raised eyebrows when in public’. Because honestly, I have rarely seen a parent who takes these suggestions constructively. But when your kids are in public, you better. A pampered brat is cute only to you, not to others, even to the most considerate ones like myself.
And while you are at it, try not to take the baby to a fine dining restaurant.
And by YOU I mean both the parents. Bloody dads looking at the mum with a mixture of helplessness and embarrassment is not OK. People only targeting women for unruly toddlers is not OK.
It is very unfair that the wrath of people at inconsiderate parenting falls on women only. What is the dad doing then? Is his role to withdraw, smile and hope that the semen turns into a beautiful, accomplished 18 year old by magic?
In India, parents have more child-care support compared to western nations. But sometimes I find that mothers who can actually leave their kids back home, do not, fearing that the husband/maid/relatives will not take good care of them in their absence. I do think, in that case, maybe you better stay home rather than go and watch The Wolf of Wall Street with a 6 month old.
I would also be very suspicious of husbands who claim that they can not handle/ take care of their own kids to give mumma a break.
Most of the times, parents are quite unaware that their baby would not be welcome in certain places. And if they are made aware, even jokingly, most parents take it as an insult. I am not saying all my Gchatters are like that, but I sense resentment when anything that is not an outright praise for their kids is uttered, even in jest.
I compromise, by keeping mum. Or trying to change the topic. Since none of these people are my close pals, I have never felt a need to point out that the world doesn’t revolve around their kids. (I also shamelessly use our talk as market research!!)
So, most of the time, when people are throwing mildly annoyed glances at you but not saying anything, it is not that they love you screaming child, but they are nervous about your sanctimonious reaction. I am one of those people who will, at max, shake my head and take a deep breath at kids running around in restaurants/airports or kicking my chair or banging plates or speaking loudly in a movie. If an adult talks in a movie, I have no qualms about shushing them up directly or confronting bad behaviour like talking loudly on cell phones in fine dining restaurants. But I avoid confrontation with parents because of the general holier-than-thou touchy entitlement that many young Indian parents display.
Let me give you an example of my own non-michelin star lunch last month, with my new acquaintances from my housing society. All of them are women and know each other because they all take their babies for walk in the evening. I started chatting with them since all their babies like to talk to Puppyjaan. They suggested I join them for their monthly weekend brunch. I was game since I love the venue- a lovely British pub.
I tried not to look shocked when I saw three babies perched on their mother’s arms. I tried to smile when one of the babies threw a tantrum and started crying loudly as soon as we entered the dim, loud-music-playing pub and continued shrieking intermittently throughout our meal. I tried to interject between an angry mother demanding a baby chair and an angrier waitress pointing out that the establishment does not have one. I clutched to my beer, since I was frankly worried that the baby moving his arms all over the table would spill one if I ordered something in a glass. I had accepted that the talk would be all about babies, since all of them are in that group because of the babies. But what I wasn’t ready for was the mayhem – glasses spilled, food thrown around, loud cries and a very nasty smell that lingered due to the closed environment of the pub.
More cringeworthy was the blatant indifference of my lunch mates- They sensed that they were ruining it for everyone there, but they ploughed on since they were paying and had every right to be there and it is a kid after all and we all were kids so don’t be so stuck up…. They expected the waiters to coo and entertain the babies. They behaved exactly as if they were in their home.
Like I was shy to point out to my friends that the chef is right to expect his restaurant give quality experience to his patrons ( which doesn’t include a crying baby), I was shy to point out that young babies do not belong in a pub. These women could have left their babies with maids ( all of them have them) or husbands ( it was a saturday). But they chose to ruin the experience for themselves and others.
I fully support women’s prerogative to enjoy themselves, but the sheer nonchalance for others and a bleh attitude is not understandable. People do not spend thousands of rupees on a weekend to hear couple of babies in a pub.
I think women should have all experiences and I understand that in real world, motherhood imposes restrictions of women that are unfair. But the answer is not insensitivity at thrusting the kid at inopportune situations.
What do you think?