Recently, a friend of mine rushed up to me at a gathering, peppered me with a question, and then darted off to wrangle her toddler. She felt compelled to apologize, worried I might deem her impolite. I found myself pausing to think… wait, what question did she ask? Did I even respond?
The truth is, I have a two-year-old who is an absolute conversation disruptor. And I mean that literally—this little one is a massive CONVERSATION BLOCKER. Honestly, I can’t recall the last time I had a coherent chat or finished a single thought when my child is around. It’s likely that I’ve lost touch with at least five to eighty people over the past couple of years, as they probably think I have undiagnosed adult ADD or that I’m perpetually on the brink of a mini-stroke. Completing a sentence feels like an Olympic event.
I find myself repeating what I’ve said, wandering away mid-conversation, or returning to find the person I was speaking with has vanished. My memory is a sieve; if it’s not scrawled in oversized letters with blinking lights directly on my forehead, it’s gone. So, I owe everyone an apology.
Dear [insert name here],
I want to sincerely apologize. I’m truly sorry that while you were sharing an important moment from your day, my toddler decided it was the perfect time to announce a major diaper situation to everyone within a 280-mile radius.
I regret that while we attempted to have a serious discussion about topics ranging from real estate to reality TV, my little one was screaming “Mommy!” at the top of his lungs, making it impossible for either of us to focus.
I apologize for those times when we were trying to catch up about life, and my toddler was demanding snacks as if I hadn’t fed him in five days, six hours, and three minutes. By the time I got him his snack, I’d completely forgotten our conversation, and we both waved the white flag, surrendering to the toddler chaos. The conversation we were trying to have has been securely locked in a vault only accessible by kids.
I’m sorry that the friend you once knew, who could listen without distraction, now feels like trying to converse with a hyper puppy that just spotted a squirrel.
Please understand that this isn’t about how I feel about you. It’s just me… oh no, my child is throwing sand at another kid! Oh no, he’s underwater! How is he already up by the playground? HEY, PUT THAT ROCK DOWN! What are you munching on? Is that food? Okay, back to where I was—this is exactly what I mean.
Just know that I truly miss our chats, and I promise that when my child is 33, I’ll finally be able to sit down and catch up on all the amazing things happening in your life. Until then, it’s a total guessing game. I have no choice but to say, I’ll see you in 30 years; for now, I surrender to the toddler madness.
My sincerest apologies,
Lisa
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Summary:
Connecting with adults can be a challenge for parents of toddlers, as distractions often take priority. The chaos of parenting frequently interferes with meaningful conversations, leaving many feeling disconnected. Apologies to friends and family become necessary as parents navigate the whirlwind of toddler life.
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