After stumbling across
That Should Be a Word, in
the most recent New York Times magazine, a modern mother might feel a mixture
of amusement, curiosity and chagrin. The column offers three
neologisms: (1)
brattle (to discuss one’s children at length), (2)
spamily
(Facebook or Twitter updates about kids) and (3)
spawntourage (a group of
approaching strollers). All these terms are admittedly funny. Who hasn’t had to
pinch herself to stay awake through a fellow parent's enumeration of nap
schedules and dietary preferences? Who hasn’t scrolled right by the Facebook
photos of a college acquaintance’s children? Who hasn't felt
pushed aside by multiple strollers spanning a narrow sidewalk?
The modern mother snickers, but she might also frown at the tinge of hostility towards children and families. Are there really people
out there who roll their eyes at the sight of several strollers passing? Who
are these anti-children people? Do they sit around in cafes smoking, writing
screenplays, and snarling at passing infants? Do they wear berets? Trucker
hats? Do they have bushy hipster beards? Do they all live in Manhattan? (Because,
last we heard Brooklyn had been taken over by young families,
come to think of it, Manhattan too.)
Whatever the authors of these neologisms are like, wherever they live, anti-child
sentiments are not frequently visible in the suburban enclaves inhabited by this
modern mother. Perhaps that's a good thing. Or possibly not.
Being cocooned in a child-centric culture just might leave many parents vulnerable to
the impression that their darlings are universally adored and admired. Could it
give modern parents the idea that it’s appropriate to bring children to any and
all events? Does it leave some parents unaware of the possibility that the view of a
toddler smearing his dinner across table linens might detract from another
diner’s fine dining experience?
Or worse.
Perhaps it is just such
cluelessness that has incited any child-hostile sentiments lurking in the
child-free majority.
So, thank you,
New York Times, for that little bit of humor and that small reality
check to parents out there. Or at least the ones who have the time to read the
Sunday magazine.