Sometimes you wonder about parenthood

The windows are open as I swelter in the eighty plus degree heat. As I wait for my work computer to finish processing its trend data, I hear a woman’s voice outside:
Woman: “ARGH!”
Woman: “What the hell is the matter with you?!”
Child: *begins to cry*
I peek out the window to see a mother drag the child indoors as the door slams shut. Before she made her exclamation, I thought I heard something like a child tripping or falling or some sort of accident type within their minivan. It wasn’t anything huge, and the child seemed relatively happy from what I could discern.
What’s scary about it all is that those children are good kids. The oldest sings happily a lot, and takes care of her younger brother a lot. Definitely too young to do so, but she happily does it and her brother tries to imitate her by also singing. There’s a little baby, but it takes after its siblings, then it’ll be good-natured too.
What I wonder about is the woman. She gets annoyed with her children, it seems, but yet has a third? And her children aren’t even hellions! Sometimes you really wonder about some parents.

  • I’d be more worried if she didn’t get annoyed by her children, or (especially) if she got violently angry with them.
    Realize first that a lot of people annoy you, no doubt. Now, imagine being around someone and taking care of them (since they’re unable to care for themselves, mostly) for the better part of 24 hours a day. Now, make those people children with far too much energy and no desire to do what you find interesting (or, really, to let you do what you find interesting).
    Having children isn’t about making life pleasant.
    It’s about making life happy.

  • I’d be more worried if she didn’t get annoyed by her children, or (especially) if she got violently angry with them.
    Realize first that a lot of people annoy you, no doubt. Now, imagine being around someone and taking care of them (since they’re unable to care for themselves, mostly) for the better part of 24 hours a day. Now, make those people children with far too much energy and no desire to do what you find interesting (or, really, to let you do what you find interesting).
    Having children isn’t about making life pleasant.
    It’s about making life happy.