I couldn’t fall asleep last night.
Just before Chris and I went up to bed, we heard a woman yelling in the courtyard behind our home. We live in a busy part of a big city, and occasionally people who don’t live in our development stroll through, picking through trashcans or perhaps taking a shortcut. I am never bothered, though, as anyone has the right to pass through what is essentially our alleyway. But, the woman last night was really hollering so we took a look out the back window.
Quite a sight greeted us.
This stranger was peeing on our neighbor’s garage while screaming obscenities into her cell phone. “Hell no!…FUCK YOU!…Bitch, shut your fucking mouth…I ain’t gonna put up with this SHIT.”
But, the piss and poor vocabulary weren’t the worst part.
She had three kids with her. A 9-year old boy was pushing the baby stroller while a 7-year old girl walked beside him. They stopped while their mother pulled down her pants to urinate on someone’s home. They shivered in the 48 degree darkness. They were quiet and obedient and probably tired.
My heart was broken. It was 10:30 on a school night, and those young kids should have been in bed hours earlier. I didn’t know what to do. Call the police? Yell at the woman to pull up her pants and get out of my back yard? Run outside and offer those beautiful kids a mug of hot chocolate and a warm bed for the night?? What is a mother to do when she sees another mother being so…horrible?
I really believe that all kids deserve a fair chance at creating a wonderful life for themselves, but the precious little ones I saw last night have such an uphill battle. Their mother is either selfish or mentally ill, but for those little ones it really doesn’t matter what’s wrong with her; their mother had no regard for their comfort. As she woke up the neighborhood with her tirade, she likely never thought about the example she set for those three impressionable little miracles.
I know I am not a perfect mother, but as I struggled to fall asleep last night, I couldn’t help but think about those kids and wonder: who is their advocate and cheerleader and confidante? And, how can I help them when I have three little ones of my own to care for??
Its enough to keep me up all night.
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