That’s my Mabel…my sweet little girl.
I know every parent is partial to their own child and that’s how it’s supposed to be. You put your heart and soul into raising them, building them up, filling them with knowledge, and watching them grow. You want nothing but the best for them and are optimistic about the future. As parents, our children are our world.
Okay, so I’m not trying to be melodramatic…but I had one of those ‘firsts‘ today that your never quite ready for.
I’ve tried to instill a gentleness and a sense of empathy with Mabel since I want her to treat others how she would like to be treated. It’s never to early to work on that with a child and I’m proud of seeing how she tucks her baby doll in to bed, asks for her boo boos to be kissed, hugs the dogs and says ‘I love you’ to everything and everyone. It melts my heart.
An example of this was the other weekend when we went to the ultrasound place to find out the gender of Baby #2 (the name is still a work in progress). She wouldn’t leave until all three ladies who worked there let her give them a hug and a kiss.
But today I got to witness my sweet little girl get pushed over in dance class. Ouch, I think it hurt me more than her.
There is a little girl in her class who is a bit older than the other girls in class and doesn’t quite know how rough she is. I don’t think this little girl intends to be mean, she just doesn’t know her own strength.
Anyway, there I was in the waiting room during class watching the girls on the monitor while the instructor was helping some of the girls switch their tap shoes to ballet shoes…and off in the other corner of the room was Mabel. Standing to herself when the bigger girl came over to her, shook her so hard at her shoulders that it knocked her backwards. My heart immediately sank…but little things happen I told myself. As soon as Mabel got back to her feet, the girl grabbed Mabel’s face and roughly shoved her face right into hers while shaking it at the same time and then walked away…leaving Mabel standing there alone. I saw Mabel’s head sink down and then the crying started. The instructor hadn’t seen any of it…and then was puzzled why my child was crying and very upset. I had to stop myself from going in and whisking Mabel away. And the best part is that this little girl’s mom was on her computer the entire time and not once looked up to see what her child was up to. Had things been the other way, I would have gone into the room and quickly corrected Mabel’s behavior and made her apologize. No this isn’t mommy wars of who is a better parent, but I really feel that certain behaviors have to be addressed right away so that they don’t continue.
Class went on, Mabel eventually stopped crying but oh my goodness…nothing prepares you to watch your kid ever get hurt or bullied. I know this won’t be the last time something like this will ever happen; I’m I’m sure it will happen a lot more from kids in school to breakups with boys when she’s older. Nothing can be perfect and I can’t protect her forever but boy does it hurt as a parent watching your little one navigate through life! I have this sneaking suspicion that this parental feeling doesn’t stop when your kiddo turns 18, does it?
Lol, I have to laugh because I’ve probably blown this way out of proportion…I’m still sad about it hours later and Mabel had forgotten about it 10 minutes after it happened!
As a side the rough little girl went on to rip a bag away from another child and jump on that same little girl while she was already on the ground towards the end of class. Thankfully this time the instructor saw and it was addressed. Also, I did stick around after class to explain to the instructor what I had seen on the monitor. Like I said, I understand things happen but I’d prefer to feel that classes for 2-3 year olds be a safe place where kids can just have fun. Hopefully next week it will be different…
Have you ever been through something similar with your child?