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Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Time Out

After we left the 5th circle of hell Monkey Joe's on Saturday, The Quite Contemplator and I swung by the house to pick up ADD Daddy and The Cool Cucumber for some family fun we all could actually enjoy. We headed to a little fall festival our town was throwing. It was filled with hayrides, corn dogs, live music and, best of all, $1 beers. Mommy likey.

After we had had our fill of artery-clogging treats and had drown ourselves in the we-are-in-public-and-responsible-for-children-but-still-like-to-drink appropriate amount of cheap beer, we took the kids over to where the band was about to start--because we all know how much The Contemplator loves to shake her groove thing to a live band. And sister did not disappoint. She even pulled apart the glow necklace I had bought her earlier and waved it around like a neon freak flag while working the dance floor. I love that kid.

There were a few other kids running around on the large, open-lawn dance floor as well. Two little girls, maybe 6 years old, were running around and having fun. When they came close to where we were standing, The Contemplator gave chase and caught up with them. The two of them went about, running and squealing, all while The Contemplator was doing her best to keep up with them, given her legs were three years younger than theirs. She was in heaven. Hanging out with two "big kids", running like a maniac, listening to music and waving her freak flag. She was having the time of her life. Until she wasn't.

After a few laps around the dance floor, the two girls stopped and said something to The Contemplator. They then ran away laughing as The Contemplator just stood there. She didn't move for a minute. Then she slowly started to make her way over to where ADD Daddy, The Cool Cucumber and I were standing.

With each passing step, her lower lip grew bigger and bigger. It was then that I knew: someone had hurt my baby and mama bear was going to have to cut somebody. Through hysterical tears, I ascertained that the girls had told The Contemplator that she was in "time out" and then ran away from her. A death penalty-worthy offense? No. But to a two-year-old, life changing.

After we left, The Contemplator cried for over an hour. It killed me. She was shattered and so was I. The first permanent scratch had been made on her previously-unscathed surface and there was nothing I could do about it. I swooped in with my Super Mommy cape, but it was too late.

I know that this was just the tiniest ripple in what will inevitably someday be huge waves of pain in her life, but it was the first one, and it was hard. It showed me that no matter how hard I try on a daily basis not to break my children, that it isn't in my control. In the end, anyone can just elbow their way through my stronghold and break my babies.

It is terrifying the power two little girls and two little words can have. Time out indeed, ladies. Time out indeed.

9 comments:

  1. I swear one of the worst parts of being as parent is other kids (and other parents).. I have a really hard time not knowing when to step in.. and when not to. If it were up to me, I would be throwing elbows, and the smack down on hundreds of little brats at the playground.. but my husband reminds me that I need to let the kids learn to fend for themselves. (which is damn near impossible when a little turd makes one of my babies cry!)

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  2. Aww, I'm sorry that happened. If I was there, I would have helped Mama Bear cut a couple bitches. (Oh, are those little girls I'm talking about? That's bad. I'm sorry.)

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  3. Aw, sweet little bird. Nothing worse than seeing your baby get hurt. My little guy is so sensitive and it breaks my heart when he gets his feelings hurt.

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    1. TQC is sensitive too. It is a blessing and a curse.

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  4. This was just awesomely written.
    Mean Girls scare the shit out of me.

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  5. As a preschool teacher I can tell you it not a permanent wound. And there will be times TQC will be the perpetrator of childhood heartache. But as mommy I can't tell you what I think for fear someone would read my comment.

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  6. Aw. This happens to the kid a fair amount at the park. I always get WAY too upset.

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