Stroller Parents

It’s taken me awhile to write this post… I wanted to make sure I wasn’t writing a whole lot of hot-headed words I didn’t mean, just because I was irritated. I think this is actually a level-headed rant now, so read on. 

Remember Ava’s first trip to the zoo? It was a memorable experience for us, not only because it was Ava’s first time at the zoo, but also because I realized that stroller parents are a thing.

I can’t stress this enough, I was shocked at how rude, impatient, and aggressive stroller moms (mostly) and dads are. We were waiting patiently in a line of strollers to get to the front of the walrus window, so we could see one swim by, and as we were nearing the front, about three families rushed around us and took the spots that were there. I assumed they just didn’t see that we were waiting, so we tried to find another spot, and sure enough, it happened again. What. the. heck.

And then, you know how you’re driving along the road, and let’s say it’s a 2-lane highway. A car speeds up behind you and, although there’s no one in the other lane, they refuse to pass you, and instead insist on riding your tail?

Yeah, stroller parents.


I didn’t think the zoo was a race track, but apparently there’s no leisurely strolling allowed. I can’t tell you how many times we stopped and forced those in a hurry around us to avoid getting our heels clipped. 

Caleb and I were talking about it after the fact, and he was just as shocked as I was. Are people so intent on getting their child “the best” that they forfeit manners to do so? I mean, they could just be having a bad day, or their kid is annoying them, and I get that, but do they have to be rude to the rest of the world? Or are we just so laid back and non-aggressive that we will never really understand how or why people insist on getting their way first? Who knows. Never once did we hear an “excuse me”.

I sure hope they realize their kids are going to act the way their parents do. These parents could very well be raising a generation of “me first” children. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I’m perfect by any means. In fact, I mess up daily just as much as the next mom. But I do try to be aware of how I’m behaving because my child is observing me. I don’t want her learning my bad habits, and even more, I want her to grow up respecting others, and caring about other people rather than always thinking of herself. It’s a hard task, and I wonder how aware parents are of their actions sometimes.

People, please remember to be kind to other people, especially when your kids are present. You never know how being nice could make someone’s day, or reversely, how being rude and pushy can make a memorable trip memorable for the wrong reasons. End rant.