I understand a lot of things. I understand the drive to correct injustices. I recognize those who passionately champion causes I might not even care about. I appreciate individuals who stand firm in their beliefs and express their thoughts respectfully. I see those who, albeit mistakenly, think that children are simply inconsiderate little tyrants. I get the territorial instincts surrounding personal bathroom matters. I even understand those who enjoy a casual meal with friends at a local eatery, like indulging in chips and margaritas on a Thursday night before the weekend.
What I don’t understand is the presence of intolerant adults. The rude behavior of closed-minded individuals. And yes, I mean you.
It’s unfortunate you crossed paths with me. There you stood, waiting at the sinks, judging. Had you known about the years of frustration I carry, you might have reconsidered confronting me. Instead, you made a poor choice.
Your look of disgust—if that’s how you feel all the time—suggests you might need to reflect on your own issues. Just saying. Yes, that’s my son, a boy in the GIRL’S restroom (GASP!). What a dilemma! I could offer a few responses, but I prefer to think before I act. My jaw, which tends to clench from stress, might disagree, as grinding my teeth isn’t pleasant. But if I let my impulses dictate my actions, the consequences would be dire—for me and my children, who need me for everything from clean socks to toilet paper.
You felt violated, offended, and disrespected by me and my seven-year-old son who shared a locked stall. You chose to direct your energy not toward constructive self-improvement or basic hygiene, but to shame me for bringing my child into a space where he felt safe. What a little monster, right? Just look at him, wide-eyed, seeking reassurance that he isn’t some sort of villain. “Am I, Mommy?”
In hindsight, I’m grateful for this encounter. It turned an ordinary trip to the restroom into a valuable teaching moment. I pledge to support and protect my brave child from intolerant adults like you, no matter what. My focus is to get to the soap dispenser without facing character attacks in front of a child who admires me.
So, thank you for showing my son just how important it is to have a mother who defends him against miserable people while also reminding him to wash his hands with soap. “Mommy got mad and said a really bad word.” Well, technically, I said more than one, but my kid probably thinks I’m a total badass now—and I feel pretty good about that. Pass the chips!
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Summary
In a restroom confrontation, a mother defends her son against a judgmental adult’s intolerance, turning the experience into a valuable lesson about resilience and understanding. The article highlights the importance of supporting children in the face of adversity while also addressing societal issues surrounding intolerance.