Trevor and I went to Dee's for some late-night dinner that didn't dirty up our kitchen more than it already was. And when we got there, first, we were amazed to see the old lady sitting in her booth who we saw every time we used to go there over a year ago. She didn't look any older--but we couldn't believe she was there again!
That's not the story though.
We ordered our food and were sipping our water, when another family came in--mom, and two sons. They were seated in the booth directly behind Trevor, the mom and one son facing me. There's no nice way to put it--the mom looked GRUMPY. Meh, but how do I know what kind of day she's had?
So Trevor and I tried to make conversation about our pancakes, but the mom started talking pretty loudly and complaining to her son about how long he took to get ready. "I don't understand why you think you have to make yourself beautiful and spend forever doing your hair when there's no one to impress. Who do you think you're going to impress? You need to learn how to take care of yourself; your father sure doesn't care. You're nearly 14 years old. Who do you want to impress? Why do you need to straighten your hair?" And on and on. Yeesh, lady.
Normally, I wouldn't let my mind wander into their little circle--How do I know what kind of kid he is? Maybe he's a booger. All I knew was it was extremely hard NOT to overhear what she was saying, and I could see her son's face, turned away from his mom as she sat next to him--facing the back of his head trying to penetrate "his thick skull" with words.
He kept saying, "Sorry mom, I know mom, I just wanted to do my hair mom. Okay mom," in a voice that sounded the perfect obedient child learning his lesson. But his face said otherwise; I could see his shell peeling off, layer after layer, uncovering tears getting closer and closer to the surface.
"What's wrong?" The mom bleated after the conversation had changed in a few minutes. "Nothing, I'm just looking at how dirty this place is," the kid had quickly turned his attitude away from himself, and back to the table.
I said to Trevor, "Trevor, seriously, I will give you anything you want if you tell that kid you like his hair when we leave."
He did. And I have no idea if that kid has high or low self-esteem, or if he really does straighten his hair to impress kids at school, or if he does drugs, or if he's a disobedient kid at home. But I do know what it looks like when a child gets his self-esteem slowly shaved away. And by-golly, it was horrible. Children are HUMANS. They have personalities, tendencies, and their own sense of priorities. Sometimes they're right, and sometimes they're wrong. But I know from experience with a father who didn't ever understand that, that no kid ever deserves to be told by a parent that they're stupid. Or that their interests are stupid. And no kid deserves to be yelled at as punishment for their "lousy father."
I only wish that Trevor still had his long hair. That would have perfected the situation entirely.
"What should I get?" Was Trevor's way of lightening the situation on the car ride home. "Idunno, but just wait till after Friday." Mmm, I love him :)