Today, I had a taste of what it's like for a mother to want to protect her child. I took Little Man and Sunshine to the park for a little bit, though Little Man couldn't do much, except sit on the ground and look at the rubber mulch. Sunshine, however, had a run-in with a little boy who decided it was ok to kick an almost-3-yr-old in the shin... multiple times... I was sitting on the sidewalk, Little Man was in front of me, on the ground, and Sunshine went to go on one of the slides. I posted on facebook that I was at the park with the kids and how much I loved hearing Sunshine's laughter, though silently I was thinking about how much it would suck if Sunshine ended up getting hurt and crying....... Well, I looked up to see her running to me, red-faced, tears streaming from her eyes! She told me a "little guy" hurt her. I held her for a few minutes, gave her some words of encouragement, and she ran off to the slide again. This time, I watched her run to the slide, and saw a little boy walk up to her, no words exchanged, and kicked her in her shin... TWICE! She started crying and running toward me again. I lost it. I picked up Little Man, walked right past Sunshine to the slide, where the little boy had gone up the ladder. I made the motion with my finger for him to come down the slide, and he just sat there, so I said, "Why did you kick this little girl? What possible reason could you have had for kicking her?" When he didn't respond, I said, "I'm waiting..." This kid was visibly nervous. He looked at me and mumbled, "I don't remember." I replied, "That's because you had no reason! You do NOT kick other children!" I turned around, took Sunshine's hand, and began walking to the swings. A lady with a baby strapped to her walked by and asked if the little boy in the blue shirt hurt the girl holding my hand. I said, "Yes, three times" (one of the times was the one I didn't see). She went to the slide, made the boy come down, had him sit in time-out, then dragged him over to apologize to Sunshine.
For those few minutes when I was letting that little boy have it, I saw red. How dare he mess with MY little girl (not actually MINE, but the girl I babysit for)... I could finally understand why my Dad had me kick an oversized throw pillow around our kitchen when I was a kid, bc some girl kept kicking me at the bus stop... Daddy wanted me to fight back, but I never did.
I keep getting little tastes of what it will be like to be a mom. The only thing I haven't experienced is the overnight deal, but that will come when I have my own babies.
I just wanted to get my interesting day out. That's all for now!
Farewell Charles Wesley Sanders Jr.
8 years ago

