October 24, 2012 at 1:06 pm

Remember personal accountability?

A story:

This morning, I was dropping off my youngest daughter at pre-school.  Part of this bi-weekly routine is checking in at the front desk and letting them scan a membership card.  While I was gladly going through this process, a mother rushed by, holding her daughters hand, without stopping to check in.  The employee behind the counter tried to stop her.  “Miss! You have to scan in!”

The mother pleaded ignorance and flashed an ugly attitude in the process.  “I don’t have a card! I’ve never scanned in! Why would I need a card?” It’s not like this is a new rule.  Any parent who drops their child off at this pre-school knows to scan in with the membership cards handed out to us at orientation.

This woman caused a scene that wasn’t necessary because she felt she was above the law (or, was so absent in her child’s day to day that she really didn’t know the rules).

I wanted to talk to her.  I wanted to pull her aside and explain how the system exists to prevent total strangers from coming in to the building and grabbing a kid that isn’t theirs.  That she, by not following a simple rule, was making everyone extremely uneasy around the most important beings in their lives.  How would you feel if your kid was abducted because someone didn’t follow protocol?

I didn’t.  Because it would have been ugly.  Voices would have been raised.  A larger argument would have ensued.  And honestly, she came across as the type of person you can’t reason with.  You know the type.

Yeah, yeah.  I know.  “Cool story, bro.”

I guess I’m writing this because I get so frustrated with what we’ve become.  Selfish. Narrow minded.  Confrontational. All ugly qualities I witnessed in, granted, an incredibly small sample size of one woman this morning.

I’m worried that this path we’re heading on will never get better.  That those of us who actually do invest in the lives of our kids with our gifts of time and our endless love are doing so in a wasteland destined to pollute their minds and hearts regardless.

Is it too late for us, or will this new minority of homes that aren’t broken and lives that aren’t in shambles rise up with the values that brought us happiness and positive memories as a child that can never be erased?

Take accountability for your actions.  Own it.

I wanted to talk to her.  I didn’t.  Maybe next time I will.