I just went to lunch with my son, my daughter and my Mom. We were in a crowded restaurant, directly next to a table with a woman, her son, her daughter, and her Mom. It was a mirror image of us, with one exception…the little boy at their table wouldn’t stop whining.
My Mom was facing them and told me a few times that the boy seemed really spoiled. Having known quite a few special needs kids, I told her that he might have some kind of behavioral problem we weren’t aware of. Through my own experience, I have learned not to judge.
But, my Mom held her ground and disagreed, saying that she could just tell he was spoiled. A few times, I saw her look over at the older woman and flash her a sympathetic smile, Grandma to Grandma.
It turns out, that my Mom was probably right about that boy’s attitude, because on the way out of the restaurant, the other Grandmother approached her. And, I’m doubting that a woman with a special needs grandchild, would come up to my Mom, grab her arm at 1:00 in the afternoon and say, “I think it’s time for a drink”.