Personally, I didn’t know you could ban babies. This information would have been helpful for me to know about twenty-five years ago.
Never underestimate the baby! They can out think you, out yell you and out stare you. We are simply no match. Yet, we are the boss of them. And therein lies the rub.
Children go through phases in their lives of believing that you are either the smartest parent on the planet or you are too stupid to live. I’m pretty sure I’ve been both simultaneously. But babies, well, they just blindly trust and diabolically manipulate.
As a traveler, I sympathize with those people who pay a premium for first class only to be seated next to an infant with colic. At that point I’d pay to get out first class. The only thing worse than sitting next to a screaming baby is being the parent desperately trying to calm the screaming baby. It’s a lose-lose situation.
I’m not a huge fan of bans. But this baby ban has me thinking. Maybe babies should be banned in other places too. Like theaters, stage plays and upper-end restaurants. Since I’ve had a baby, I feel qualified to say this out loud.
I understand that kids are loud and messy, thus the need for a ban. But, I know a lot of adults that are pretty loud and messy too. Why not ban them?
I love my daughter, but now that she is fully grown, I can say out loud that there were more than a few times I would have banned her if I had the option.
One memory comes to mind; many years ago when I told my five year old daughter it was bedtime, she advised me she wasn’t ready for bed yet and she would let me know when she was. What? I replied with a stern “get to bed young lady” coupled with the infamous mom stare.
In a perfect world, that should have done the trick. But noooo! Instead, she put her hand on her hip and advised me that I wasn’t the boss of her. God was.
Stunned, I blurted out that God had put me in charge of her until she met him, which might be a lot sooner than she thought if she didn’t get her fanny to bed (it helps to be able to think on your feet). That little bundle of sassy sweetness begrudgingly made her way to bed.
I laugh about this now but it sent cold shivers down my spine at the time. How could this wonderful gift of a child be so wicked smart and sassy? I’d like to think she got the former from me and the latter from her father.
Perhaps instead of banning babies on planes we should give them their own section filled with videos, juice boxes, wet wipes and extra–strength Tylenol.
The point I’m making is you can’t ban the bad stuff without affecting the good stuff.
And with babies, there is a lot of good stuff.
But let’s be honest, being on a plane with one isn’t one of them.
I’m aware that many will think it is unfair to ban babies in first class, but get real, people, life is unfair. The sooner babies learn this, the better. After all, do we really need to be super accommodating to the little human whose sole intent is to replace us?
If you don’t believe in the banning, I’ve got a prime seat for you in first class next to a 1 year old.
Enjoy the fairness of it all.