After about 10 minutes of trying to get a rise out of my kids, she went to her mother to tell on my son, pointing him out as being the mean kid. Even though, I was carefully monitoring the situation, keeping my son away from her and trying to teach him how to cope with the situation, she still tattled.
As expected, all her taunting was increasing my son’s intensity. Every time she stuck her tongue out or gave the “slice your throat” signal to my son, I would hold him back. It felt like having an attack dog on a leash who was barking at the chance to attack.
About a minute later, it appeared they were leaving the park, whew! At that moment, another parent approached me and said that they too have had a problem with the same girl being mean to her kids. As I listened to their story, I glanced back over my shoulder to see my son, running full speed across the park to this girl and her family. Unfortunately, he was at quite a distance when I screamed out his name and saw him give a swift kick to the girl, right in front of her mother! I was too far away to hear what was said or see any reactions on their faces, but I was speechless.
He quickly retreated back towards me, falling to the ground about halfway back, exhausted from his quick sprint. The family, probably in shock, quickly left. I just shook my head, feeling once again defeated, completely mortified and embarrassed.
Why does this have to be so hard?
Why can’t we enjoy some damn sunshine!
I can’t even imagine what the parents behind me were thinking, let alone the mother who saw her own child kicked in front of her. My son was lucky she walked away, I don’t know that I would’ve been so kind.
As my son laid on the ground trying to catch his breath, my 8 year old fell to the ground sobbing because he was afraid my son was going to be arrested. Apparently, this girl told my kids earlier that her dad was a cop and that he could arrest them.
It’s always so easy to look back in hindsight and think... we should’ve left earlier, I should’ve talked to the other mother, I should’ve avoided the park altogether. These solutions would be so much easier if I wasn’t dealing with a handful of other kids. I had my two other boys and two children I was babysitting with me and they really needed some sunshine. I constantly feel torn between doing what’s best for my son and doing what’s best for the other kids. Sometimes, I’m able to walk the balancing act with everyone happy at the end of the day and other times I’m left... speechless.