I Yelled at a Stranger's Kid on Vacation
By querisma on August 27, 2014
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I've wanted to write about this for a while, but I've been sitting on it to decide whether or not I still felt justified in my actions, or if I was having a moment of poor judgment. Now that I'm a few weeks removed from the event, I'm going with the former. I yelled at a stranger's kid at the resort pool on vacation and I'm not sorry.
I have two children of my own—and I use the term loosely because my "kids" are 13 and 16. Still, I understand that kids are free spirits, and vacation hysteria is a real thing.
My mom and I were sitting poolside at a posh resort in San Antonio. The place was massive and there were several pools in the area, including a lazy river. We found seats close to a 3 foot pool to let my six-year-old nephew wade around (see, I even had a small child with me on this trip!). My nephew slowly came down the stairs and no sooner did his feet touch the bottom of the pool, some obnoxious older child immediately splashed him in the face. No warning, no invitation to play. Just SPLASH. I was taken aback, but I didn't say anything. My mother told the little boy that wasn't very nice, and asked him why he did that (he ignored her). We both felt peeved, but my nephew didn't seem to be very bothered, so we let it pass.
So, little obnoxious started rough housing in the pool with his older brother. It was obvious which was the dominant sibling. The elder boy was pelted with water to the maniacal glee of his little brother. Meanwhile, the pair's parents are nowhere to be seen. For some reason, the boys were gravitating to our side of the pool despite them pretty much having all of the water to themselves. Water started flying and my mother told them she didn't want to be splashed. They moved. This cycle repeated a few times, and then their dad returned to sit by the pool and observe them.
They were about 10 feet away from us when they began hurling water again. I was amazed that they still managed to hit us from so far away. My mom told them to stop but the younger, obnoxious one floated closer to us and then I was splashed. At that point, I stood up in a fury, marched over to him and bend down. I looked him straight in his eyes and pointed at him before yelling,"HEY! YOU NEED TO STOP!"
Credit: North Charleston.
It was one of those moments when the entire world falls silent. His eyes were huge and he waded away. His dad watched the entire event in silence. Then I overheard the voices of teenage boys behind me say, "Don't talk to him like that..." To which I whipped around and began, "Dude, listen, we told him already..." Immediately, the surrender hands shot up, and they insisted that they weren't talking to me. I sat down trembling in anger and the boys' dad finally corralled them and took them away.
I'm a non-confrontational person. Me yelling in public is a stress behavior, and for me to yell at someone else's child with the tone that is a precursor to a butt-whipping is unprecedented. My daughter, who was sitting there through the whole ordeal was horrified. My son was walking back to our chairs from the lazy river and said he heard me from far away. I wasn't embarrassed. I was angry.
Under no circumstances could someone yell at my child like that without me getting involved. That boy's dad knew exactly what was going on, and he didn't stop his son, nor did he have the courage to address me. He knew his boy was wrong, but rather than parenting he stayed quiet. That makes me even more peeved with him than his son. The boy clearly doesn't have boundaries enforced at home. It's a shame for him, too because while his parents may be lackadaisical in getting him to be a courteous human being, the lady who screamed at him on vacation probably won't be the last person to push back when he crosses the line.
Quia Querisma is a digital marketer by day, freelance writer by night. Get her latest insights on travel and fashion on her blog, MyJetSetStyle.com.