Well, it finally happened…

Someone was mean to my daughter.

It took about 2.5 years for this to happen and it’s a moment I’ve tried desperately to avoid but I literally let her out of my sight for a minute and BOOM – a kid yelled at her and made her cry.

Here’s the backstory: we ran some errands on Saturday morning as a family, because these days, going to the post office and Target together constitutes as a family outing. Our 1 and 2 year old don’t know that it’s really no place ‘fun’ and as long as their dad is there making them laugh in the household cleaning section of the store, it doesn’t really matter where we go!

To cap off this fun-filled morning, we decided to get lunch at Chick-fil-A. It’s fast food but it doesn’t *feel* like fast food because the restaurant is incredibly clean, there are sanitizer wipes on the highchairs, and everyone in there is just so darn nice. My husband said to me he could never work there because he wouldn’t be able to be fake nice on a day he’s in a bad mood. Ha!

Ok, so we’re having a wonderful lunch…our kids are loving their chicken nuggets and fries…and we decided to go into the play area before we went home.

Now, I remember these play areas from when I was little. Crawling up plastic slides…the static electricity building until I eventually got a shock that made my eyes temporarily cross…jumping in the ball pits and not really caring what I was jumping in or on. But this was the CHICK-FIL-A play area. Smaller, clean, and for kids 3 years of age and under. Perfect!

We took the kids’ shoes off and let them roam. It was a super small room, which was nice – but it started getting increasingly more crowded…especially when some older kids came in. I didn’t want to be the Chick-fil-A play area police, but they were definitely older than 3. Looked to be about 6 or so. At least that’s how I described them in my police report after this incident. (Ok, just kidding.)

I turned around for literally one minute, heard a little boy yell, ‘GO DOWN THE SLIDE!!!!’ and then heard my poor daughter start crying that cry when she’s scared or something has spooked her.

It was all I could do to not do one of those CrossFit kip pullups to get myself up on the slide to get her, but of course I remained calm, and just mentally prepared for a rumble with this kid’s parents in the parking lot.

Though, I didn’t see which kid it was or else I would have said something.

(Ok, I think I would have said something. I’d like to say I would have said something but I’m the type who thinks of REALLY good argument points AFTER the argument has been settled for days. I can also write a really good argumentative text, but it’s that on the spot stuff that I struggle with.)

I felt so bad! I mean, I get that this stuff happens. And it’ll happen more and more as she gets older. But man…I wasn’t prepared for the first time! My husband wasn’t prepared either. But not for the first time his daughter was temporarily ‘hurt’ by someone – he wasn’t prepared for me to start crying about it on the way home.

‘Um…are you ok? Are you crying too? Wait…why?’

(Meanwhile our daughter is in her car seat, kicking her little legs up and down while singing her ABCs…)

So, what’s the point of me telling this story?

I’m not sure I have one. I’m sorry – I am still new to blogging…am I supposed to have a point with each post…?

All kidding aside- here’s my point: I would love to hear your experiences with these types of things! Do you remember the first time this happened to your child? Or how you handled it? How do you currently handle these types of situations?

(Also, I’m not trying to relate this to actual bullying or anything along those lines – that is much more serious and I would never make light of those types of situations. This is more about the first time, as a parent, you realize you can’t protect your sweet children from everything you’d like to!)

I’d love to hear your thoughts!

Talk to you soon 😊

Pam

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