When I asked my friend K. what she thought was worth writing about Dublin, what was typical to it that you couldn’t actually find elsewhere, she didn’t hesitate a second: people, she said. According to K., everybody is incredibly relaxed and gentle over there, rudeness is out of the question and people have sort of a laid back attitude that makes you feel comfortable wherever you go. Being the sceptic person I am I didn’t quite buy it, but – to my surprise – she was definitely right. And this is crystal clear when children are at stake.
At the passport control the custom officer bothered asking the Almighty C. if he was on a business trip or just on holiday. The kid very seriously answered he was going on a gruffalo hunt with his friend M. and the guy – every bit as much seriously – said it was a good season for that and wished him good luck (calling him “sir” for good measure). Just bear in mind that, in this very moment, the Schengen Agreement has been suspended and that – at Dublin’s airport – it takes some 15 minutes to walk from the arrival gate to the custom office therefore there were people waiting, which I expected to start giving signs of impatience, but they didn’t. They didn’t in the least.
Then we moved to the restaurant where eventually M. and the Almighty C. met. And when they met the hell went loose. They ravaged the restaurant and screamed and yelled and giggled and jumped and ran, ran, ran. Set and forth they ran. Now, I’m not Cruella DeVil, but not even so indulgent, so I was about to use one of the kid to hit the other, therefore you can imagine my surprise when the middle age couple sitting next to us told us what a great fun they thought our children were.
To my utmost surprise, this happened over and over again for the whole week. Even once that the kid threw a mind blowing tantrum in a shop, the lady at the counter didn’t give any sign of embarrassment or disappointment nor did the other customers. You would expect their children to profit from all this climate of sympathy and be restless. Not at all. They sit still and behave, smiling graciously as little Lord Fauntleroy. I understood there’s something terribly wrong in my parenting, but I did very well in Eire: I almost never freaked out (except the day before we left when the Almighty put all his friend’s toys in his new Mary Poppins’ bag to take them back home and refused to let go 😬)
Of course as soon as we landed in Milan I spotted more than one person looking daggers at us only because the kid was laughing loud while we were waiting in line at the passport control and I remembered the reason for I’m so tough sometimes. Think it depends on kind of a “social disapproval fear” I sometimes suffer when my child just refuses to stay calm and put, stick to the rules or be perfectly obedient. So this post is also kind of a reminder for me to just don’t care about people’s approval as the case may be that still do every now and then.
So, just to recap, as far as my delirious parenting experiences
- in the first place, if you were worried for me, I made it through the mother-and-son holiday,
- second, if you’re planning a holiday with kids, consider going to Dublin, the atmosphere will help you out 😜
More to come about the Almighty, kids, activities, holidays, Ireland, Dublin, Milan and all seasonal stuff 😏