I took my son to an Easter party at that play group we go to. It was really nice and he had a lot of fun. These memories are so important to me as a mom.
At the end of the party he hugged me, kissed my cheek and said "thank you mommy". My eyes watered up. I didnt expect him to say thank you! Why was he thanking me? I said "What are you thanking me for?" He said "party"....He was thanking me for bringing him to the party. My heart melted out of my chest.
It was really crowded today. The party brought children from all different groups and classes. And a few of the children were running on high energy to say the least. My son isnt used to that. So instead of wanting to play along with children, today he just wanted to play alone and on everything. I was fine with that. He is a really good boy. But today a little boy pushed his nerves and he did push him (literally) and I reminded him we do not put hands on other people and he needed to apologize. He did because he knew to, not because he wanted to. I mean he was right. This other boy was literally all up on him, but it doesnt matter, he needs to know better than that.
As we were getting ready to leave I over heard a 'new' mom talking to a mom I know from our group. I really try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt when they are venting about their kids. I try to remind myself that I dont know what its like to live in their shoes. But there is NOTHING that can ever excuse verbal abuse.
"I have 2 of the worst kids you could have. The idea of trying again scares me. My mom said I was bad so thats why they are bad. They say lighting doesnt strike twice, but for me it did"
She was putting her childs coat on. He could hear her. I could hear her. The parents all around could hear her. I felt like taking those little boys and bringing them home with me, where they will know nothing but LOVE. Maybe her kids act out because they look for negative attention. Maybe she needs to be more patient with them because all she did the whole time was scream how they better start listening or they were leaving. Really? You give them the chance to be at the party and try to take it away every chance you get? For what?
ughh....hearing shit like that gets under my skin. How can a mom speak like that about her kids? Even when my son is testing me (and at this stage its often) I still dont get out of hand. I did one time and I cried for a few days about yelling!!!! These people act like the children were burdens for them!! TWICE?? If you dont like your 1st kid, you probably wont like any others...so stop trying and CLOSE your legs...
I see shit like this and then I see my friends struggling ttc, losing babies, losing rainbows, losing hope...ALL to have what this woman is taking for granted. Makes me angry.
I try to talk to my husband about things like this but he always plays devils advocate and it gets under my skin. There is NO excuse for this. You dont have to bury your child to love your other children. You love them. Always. And you talk to them, and about them, with respect. THAT is a mother!!! Not this trash I was around.
On a different, pregnant note, today I feel sick....I love it. It actually makes me feel great mentally. I was nauseous at the party and when we got home I puked my guts after lunch. Those really hard, straight from the gut that you pee on yourself pukes...woohoo!! Nothing seems appetizing for me. I puked after pasta, which is usually a favorite of mine. Not for now it wont be! Thursday seems so far away. Im going to keep busy this week by planning the details of my sons bday party next month. That and candy crush that has officially taken over my life, should do the trick. lol.
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