Sorry.
I inwardly groaned when he got into my train carriage. He was a dad with four little kids. He looked pretty young himself, and a bit scruffy (with a half-attempt at a mullet).
I’ll admit, I started making judgements about him. I had a half-hour trip ahead of me, and I expected I was going to hear whingeing and fighting from the kids, and yelling from him. It’s hard enough to keep one kid amused on a long train trip, let alone four.
But you know what? I was wrong.
For the next half hour, he chatted to his kids. He gently pulled them into line if they were getting boisterous. He talked about what was right and what was wrong. He answered their questions about the trip and what they were seeing. He didn’t raise his voice once.
To be honest, he did a better job than I could have done with four children. I ended up feeling ashamed of myself for having judged him.
Just before I got off the train, I said to him, "Listen, I couldn't help hearing you talking to your kids, and I just wanted to tell you that I think you're a really great dad."
He looked a bit stunned.
People are always complaining about the bad parents out there: the ones who hit their kids, the ones who yell at their kids, the ones who are glued to their iPhones and ignore their kids. No one ever seems to talk about all the good parents, the loads of mums and dads who are quietly doing a fantastic job.