Still processing the fact that this happened. I could not have made this up if I tried..
Hubby and I brought Little Miss P to the Science Museum on Sunday. They have a great infant room where kids under the age of 12 months can play around in. There was one other couple there with a boy just about P’s age. Hubs and I really enjoy watching P do her thing in a new environment. She’s such a curious little creature; I love that about her. Said boy comes crawling over to P and starts to play with the ball she had. I think the social interaction of two infants is really cool, I could just sit there and observe it all day.
Enter the buzz kill (Competitive Mommy = CM):
“No, No you can’t take that ball away from her she has that ball now.”
I reply as a way to ease any awkwardness:
“Oh, it’s okay they don’t know the difference they are just playing, it’s all good.”
CM proceeds to yank her kid away from P and says in the most annoying of teacher-voices: “It doesn’t matter if they don’t KNOW you still have to teach them right from wrong.”
I was so taken aback that words just started spilling out of my mouth…”Oh, Ok, well, she is used to this she is in daycare 3 days a week so kids take toys back and forth all the time” Officially changing CM to CB.
CB: “Isn’t that sad if that is what they are teaching her in daycare.”
I looked at my husband.
I looked back at her.
I looked at
husband (who’s head was now hanging in embarrassment). I looked back at hubs. We both started laughing. Literally just laughed out loud. We ignore them and get back to enjoying our daughter. But CB would not stop. She was out for blood.
CB: “How old is she?” Me: “9 months” CB: “Exactly 9 months?” ME: “Um…a little older I guess… probably 9.5 now.” CB: “But when was she born?” ME:
Are you KIDDING me?
I don’t play the weeks game. I stopped saying how many weeks old she was at 12. Partly because I find it super annoying and partly because I hate doing the math. ME: “She was born on April 21st.” Just my luck, The “First Boy Ever Birthed” was also born in April. I could practically see the competitive thought-bubbles popping out of her head.
P starts to crawl back over to “The First Boy Ever Birthed” despite my efforts to distract her from this toxic family. The kid snatches her toy away. P looks at him with a furrowed brow like she was trying to figure out how to proceed.
CB: “Ohhh look honey she has stranger anxiety stuff going on so why don’t we just back away from her slowly and give her space.” She looks up at me and points to her kid… “
stranger anxiety, he
people. Sam has to kick me because I’m about to swing at her.
They are getting up to leave and we’ve continued to ignore them. She is standing there staring at us. Little Miss is practicing standing up on a bookcase and accidentally hits her head. She gives a little wail so I scoop her up, kiss her head, and put her right back down with a smile. P is fine and resumes playing.
CB: “Wow, she gets more love from you then my son does. When he falls down I
make a big deal out of it I let him cry and cry.” CB’s Hubby (he speaks!!??): “Umm, No you don’t.” Hah! Sorry ’bout it lady. There is no way this woman has any friends.
And since this blog has reached over 2,000 people there is a small chance (but still a chance) you are reading it – Your son’s name is Theodore and you were in the Infant Room of the Boston Science Museum at 11:42 on Sunday January 29th and here’s a little tip – There is no script for parenting. There is only a right way for your kid and only you know what that is. Be confident and stop judging others to make yourself feel better.
I’ll end this on a positive note…
I bought the children’s book “Beautiful Oops'” at the Science museum and am loving it. Each page celebrates simple mistakes like a coffee stain, a crumbled piece of paper or spilled paint by turning them into beautiful works of art. In a world that is obsessed with perfection and status I think this is a great message for our little ones.