to the people in the restaurant for easter brunch (but really, to all the people in every restaurant that this applies to),
i am sincerely sorry that my teething baby was crying during brunch. i did everything i could do...bounced, sang, patted, offered toys and tried to feed her. i even got up and walked as far from the dining area as i could get as soon as it was clear that she was more than fussy. and i bounced and swayed and sang and tried with all my might to soothe her. but she was just so uncomfortable.
i don't know what more you wanted from me....to stand out in the rain with her? why did you all glare and grunt at me with mental daggers as if i had gotten up this morning intending to ruin your day?
don't you realize that all of it was so much more awful for ME than for any of you? that i was humiliated to be disturbing any of you? that i was hungry and did not get to eat? that my back hurt and arms ached from trying to comfort her for so long? that i was lonely and feeling left out (as usual) as everyone else ate their fresh and hot food at our table, laughing and talking and enjoying themselves? did you see that i was crying too, feeling that these particular parts of parenting are more than i bargained for? did you see how exhausted i was from not getting much sleep for weeks on end now?
see, i've been where you were. i've been annoyed at crying babies and though "oh just DO something woman!" and now i see...she IS doing everything she can...she's doing it by herself, while her food gets cold and stale, while the world spins madly on, she bounces and rocks and sways and sings and cries from the exhaustion and embarrassment. it is a very lonely place standing in your sunday best by the cold doorway that leads out of the restaurant, hoping (for so many reasons) that your child will calm down and rest.
so, i'm sorry that you had a brief disruption to your meal, but please, PLEASE, the next time this happens, could you please look at the mother with gentle eyes and compassion? she desperately needs to know someone sees her side of the story.