Hi Readers — I think a lot of us have been in “stranger danger” situations like the one described by Renee Jacobson, a teacher for 20 years, below. Her blog is called “Lessons assakrteyd
from Teachers and Twits,” and it’s a twit that she learned this particular lesson from. — Lenore
HEY LADY: I AM NOT A CREEP! by RenÃ©e Schuls-Jacobson
I was in the epicenter of suburbia, standing in a Target store, holding up two bathing suits, and feeling a little indecisive. A little blond-haired girl who couldnâ€™t have been more than three stood in her bright red cart while her mother, standing an armâ€™s length away, sifted furiously through a rack of summer shorts.
â€œI like the pink one with the flowers,â€ the girl offered, unsolicited. â€œItâ€™s pretty.â€
â€œI like that one, too . . .â€ I said. â€œBut I think Iâ€™m going to get the black one.â€
Suddenly, the little girlâ€™s mother swooped in, a deranged lioness.Â â€œWe donâ€™t talk to strangers!â€ she shouted loud enough for not only her daughter to hear, but for everyone in the entire department. Clearly, the message was more for me than for anyone else. Then she pushed the cart (and her little girl) far, far away from (dangerous) me.
Heaven forbid, her daughter and I might have got to talking about shoes.
Okay, I get that there is this weird, American fear about strangers. I donâ€™t seem to have that fear, but I know a lot of people do. That said, 99.99% of the world is composed of strangers, so I have always been of the mindset that one of my many jobs as a mother includes teaching my child about how to respond appropriately to strangers because â€“ letâ€™s face it â€“ sometimes, a person needs to rely on other people.
At age 10, my son doesnâ€™t have a cell phone. He canâ€™t call me or text me for immediate rescue. So if, for example, we happen to get separated at the grocery store and he really canâ€™t find me after searching the aisles for a few minutes, he has learned to go to Customer Service and calmly state that his mother has gotten lost (ha!) and ask for me to be paged. Or, if we are at an outdoor venue, I have taught him to find a mother and ask her â€“ this stranger â€“ to call me.
He knows not to get into a car with someone he doesnâ€™t know. He knows not accept anything from anyone offering him candy or kittens or balloons or free iPods. He knows not to go anywhere with a stranger asking for help. Heâ€™s known these things since he was small, and heâ€™s actually had to put some of them into practice.Â I guess Iâ€™d rather have my kid feel he can trust other human beings.
So, really, what did the mother in Target succeed in teaching her daughter by sweeping her away from me so violently? That people are terrifying. That no one can be trusted. That the world is a scary place, and that her daughter is utterly unequipped to function in it. She taught her daughter not to speak. That even casual conversation is dangerous.
In short: That mother didnâ€™t teach her daughter a thing about safety. She taught her daughter about fear. And as far as Iâ€™m concerned, she also taught her daughter a big lesson in how to be downright rude. –Renee Jacobson