Embarrassment, or lack thereof
It was the end of term, myself, my wife and my mother-in-law were watching Galla in her ballet class. As the last class of the term it was “watching week” and we could finally see what goes on. Normally the class is held behind closed doors so as to not distract the children. It was lovely watching five cute little three year olds skip around and for once actually do what an adult tells them.
Then I noticed Galla starting to look distracted, not keeping still when she should, uh-oh, the tell-tale signs of needing the toilet. Part of me wanted to interrupt the class so I could take her to the loo. Of course that would be mortifying, or would it? When you’re a parent, worrying about normal things; you’re appearance, your child having a meltdown in a shop, inappropriate comments, really goes out the window.
What happened? When did we stop worrying about embarrassment?
It is just one of those things that comes hand in hand with being a parent. Of course I’m not entirely shameless. I often feel the hot pangs of embarrassment rising up in me when one of my children does or says something inappropriate. But I really don’t want to change that in them, I love how children really are not bound by the shackles of embarrassment and shame. I want them to remain innocent and live in the moment for as long as possible. Within reason of course.
All’s well that ends well
So what happened at the ballet class? I needn’t have worried. Galla chose her moment perfectly, turned to me and announced in front of the class and all the watching parents “Daddy I need a wee”. Did I feel embarrassed? Not at all, I was relieved she decided to announce it and not just wet herself there and then. There were a number of knowing smiles among the other parents. No need for embarrassment, I was among those that knew and understood, that special club…parents.