You called out to me from your side of the fence that divides our backyards. Even though my family had been living in our home for over a year, I wouldn’t have recognized you at the grocery store. There was no warm welcome to the neighborhood, nor had you taken a moment to learn my children’s names. Our only prior exchange was a brief chat in which you suggested that some mulch could work wonders on my gardens. Well, thanks for the tip.
Our second encounter was quite different. You requested that I quiet my children, explaining that you and your husband had to retreat indoors to enjoy your wine in peace. I was taken aback and quickly apologized, ushering my children inside on a radiant May evening. The moment we stepped in, they erupted in tears.
Instinct kicked in, and I found myself stepping outside with a protective Mama Bear energy, expressing how your words had affected my kids. With my face flushed and my ponytail coming undone, I told you I wouldn’t silence their laughter. You countered by stating how annoying their noise was, to which I responded, “But they’re just kids.”
You then shared that when your own children were loud, you simply put your finger to your lips and shushed them. Why couldn’t I just do the same? You insisted, “Children need to learn how to behave.” I explained that my kids can act appropriately in restaurants and sit quietly through church services. They are kind and respectful at school. But you seemed unconvinced, narrowing your eyes as if my wild bunch could never behave.
Here’s the reality, neighbor: they’re not little adults. They’re kids. Part of nurturing their budding spirits is letting them be loud, messy, and free. Unfortunately, my words seemed to fall on deaf ears, leaving us divided by that fence.
In the days following our confrontation, I found myself on edge, constantly worrying about the noise level. My children began to second-guess themselves, and it made us all feel disheartened. However, I took the time to observe them playing and listened to their joyous games, songs, and chatter. Here’s what you missed while you were retreating indoors:
- They found a bumblebee nesting in our swing set, screaming for me because, despite their fear of bees, they were concerned it was trapped. This was a pivotal moment for them.
- Relieved the bee was safe, they joyfully swung while singing about its life, blending facts they knew and creating a catchy chorus: “Don’t pick the dandelions,” repeated over and over.
- My youngest, frustrated over not getting candy, cried. I embraced her and let her process her emotions. Eventually, she calmed down.
- With a friend, they turned the swing set into an operations base for their imaginative game “Whales,” reenacting a real rescue mission that freed gray whales from ice in Alaska in 1988. Things got lively when our hefty St. Bernard joined as the Bull Shark.
- My middle child sang off-key for a solid 15 minutes while swinging, finding her voice and confidence in the moment.
- We prepared goodie bags at the picnic table, with the kids happily chiming in on plastic flutes, creating a delightful, albeit chaotic, symphony.
We have our own noise rules. I don’t allow my children outside too early in the morning, even when they’re eager to play at 6 a.m. I respect your space. If they’re bickering or being overly loud, I bring them inside for some quiet time, aware that you shouldn’t have to endure their sometimes endless arguments. But I do believe they should be allowed to enjoy their own backyard and expect you to respect that.
When you asked my kids to quiet down, it hurt their spirits. You essentially told them to stop singing, laughing, and being children. For a moment, I almost sided with you.
I’m sorry you can’t enjoy your wine as you wish. Perhaps it’s time to reevaluate whether a family-oriented cul-de-sac is the right fit for you. Childhood is beautifully messy, loud, and imperfect, and that doesn’t make me a negligent mother. I wouldn’t have it any other way. In a world filled with troubling news about bullying and violence, I will cherish their childhood as long as I can.
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Summary
The author reflects on an uncomfortable encounter with a neighbor who scolded her children for being noisy while playing outside. Through vivid anecdotes, she emphasizes the importance of allowing children to express themselves freely and the joy that comes from their innocent playfulness, ultimately advocating for understanding and respect between neighbors in a family-friendly environment.
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