It begins innocently enough. I might find myself at a local park with my children, trying to strike that delicate balance between giving them space to explore and hovering just enough to prevent any injuries. While I understand that bumps and bruises are part of growing up, the last thing I want is to spend my afternoon in a medical facility with a child who has a peculiar-looking arm. Nope, not on my agenda.
During these outings, my primary goal is to shield my kids from any potential mishaps that could lead to broken bones or stitches. But then, without warning, it happens.
One child, larger than my youngest, shoves her to the ground or strikes her when she attempts to join in their play. Another kid hurls an unkind name at my son or rudely pushes him aside.
My jaw clenches. Muscles tense. An overwhelming urge to unleash my inner fury rises within me. Visions of vengeance flash through my mind, where I confront the little tyrant who dared to mistreat my child. After delivering a proper reckoning, I would calmly return to normal, dust off my hands, and regain my composure.
Okay, it’s not like I actually morph into a superhero. In reality, I usually shoot a glaring look at the offender to let them know I’m watching. I might also give their caregiver a pointed glance, making it clear that I can make their day a lot harder if necessary. Most of the time, this is enough to get the hostile child to back off, while I simmer in my frustration until it’s time to gather my family and leave.
Logically, I understand that harboring anger towards these children doesn’t benefit anyone. Kids can be quite rude to one another, and it’s unreasonable to expect every child to treat mine kindly. However, when my maternal instincts kick in, I can’t help but feel primal.
I would never actually lash out at a child, but the thought can be oddly satisfying. It’s comparable to the relief one feels when slamming a door on a persistent solicitor, especially when you’re at home in your pajamas, looking like a mess while trying to keep your kids from rushing the door. The satisfaction can rival that of letting out a well-placed curse word or telling your mother-in-law to mind her own business.
Ultimately, my aim is for my children to learn to stand up for themselves. If I believe they can handle a situation where they’re being excluded or mocked, I step back and let them address it while I fantasize about avenging their honor by imagining the gradual demise of the other child’s cherished toys. I don’t want them to think I’ll swoop in to rescue them from every minor conflict, even though I know I could easily take on that rude little six-year-old.
I also recognize that my kids are not perfect; they can be little troublemakers as well. Should I witness or hear about any unkind behavior from them, I’ll address it immediately. That’s the distinction—my kids don’t get to push others down or insult them without consequences. I see it, or I’m informed, and I don’t hesitate to correct it.
By channeling my frustration into productive outlets, like cleaning up after their messes or engaging in some exercise, I aim to show my children that taking the high road is the better choice. There’s no need for them to know that my darker thoughts are filled with fantasies of their adversaries facing consequences, perhaps even learning that Santa isn’t real. They’ll navigate some of that in therapy someday, no doubt. For now, I’ll maintain my calm demeanor, all while secretly plotting against the preschooler who purposefully tripped my toddler.
Conclusion
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