fail. you are good enough.

today a grandmother scolded her 7yo in front of people getting on the bus. he stumbled in a dump in the pavement and almost dragged his grandma with him.
‘you stupid. do you see how stupid you are! … ‘
i wish i could slap the old bitch and tell her a thing or two and then hug the little one and tell him that he is not stupid and that accidents happen and they do not say anything about what and how he is.
these days, if i concentrate hard enough, i can vaguely hear from the deepest depth of my memory, my father scolding me, saying that i am not good enough, that i am lame and dumb.
there are the moments like the one today when i grinch and feel the pain and the shame that these little ones feel in those moments.