Sometimes people creep me out.
For the most part, people have been very polite and understanding of my kid’s personal space. A few weeks ago on the airport tram? Not the case. A woman who seemed to be in her early 50’s was riding the tram with her college-age son. The woman was standing next to me. People were packed into the tram like sardines, at that point. First she grabbed Ava’s foot and shook it affectionately, which I could handle. She asked if Ava would give her a smile (still not blatantly crossing the line into creepy-dom). She then squeezed Ava’s cheeks repeatedly like she was her long-lost Grandma. That put us right into creepy-ville. Have we met before? I have no idea where this woman’s hands have been, or whose hands she has shaken, or what goobery, E-coli-infested doorknob she last turned. I know she meant well, but it kinda freaked me out. Don't get me wrong, I love it when people (THAT I KNOW) hold Ava or dote on her.
Another thought, lately...
Since Ava has been venturing around living rooms and kitchen floors recently, my mind is also a whirling blur of germ-infestation, dirt specks, food particles and loose carpet fibers. Slapping the table with her hand at the Waffle House, I guess when she will next insert the same hand into her mouth and chew on it like it's a turkey leg. Am I turning into the OCD-riddled "Monk" (tv character), or is this a normal Mom-thing? I guess I shouldn't be too concerned; I recall the childhood saying "God made dirt; dirt doesn't hurt." Of course the kid who said this was always the kid in class at school who would eat worms to gross someone out...
Okay, so I’m over-dramatizing here, but the lady at the airport did creep me out.
Another odd moment occurred recently when I was changing Ava’s diaper on the changing table at a Meijer’s grocery store in Michigan, before her picture was taken. The changing table is RIGHT NEAR the door to exit the ladies bathroom. A woman stopped and was staring at Ava as I had Ava’s diaper off, saying “she’s such a pretty baby….(repeating) SUCH a pretty baby…”, while continuing to look at my half-naked daughter sprawled-out on the changing table.
A little privacy, people?
Shelly
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I can understand your view point and I am not even a Mom. Molly and I went to Birch Run when Zoe was like 2 months old. We ate at Wendy's and Molly set Zoe's car seat up on the counter facing her to order. The CREEPY (missing teeth, wendy employee, 50+ years old need i say more) lady grabbed Zoe's car seat and whirled it around to see Zoe. Molly grabbed the seat and moved it toward her, away from the lady. The lady persisted on grabbing the seat and spinning it again, and pulled the seat toward her on the counter to touch and play with her. YUCK! Raw meat, food, not washing hands....Some people are just gross and it is so hard to react quickly like that. I need to practice now I guess, because it only gets worse from here!
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