We had another of those gorgeous Twitter moms get-togethers on Saturday. There were cappuccinos, laughs, commiserations and exchanges of parenting woes.
You played in the sandpit for ages, content and chilled. And then all of a sudden I heard you were a little distressed, while Nicki was brushing sand off you because some little
terror girl had taken a spade and thrown sand all over you. I wanted to discipline here like her parents wouldn’t, and I wanted to yell at her not to touch my child or other children. Instead, I asked her politely not to throw sand over children as it hurts them.
It made me sad. It was unprovoked, and I realised again that I can’t protect you from everything. That along the line there will be kids who hurt you, and that maybe you’ll even be the hurter (though I’ll try my best to raise you into a good kid who knows there are consequences for bad behaviour).
I’m sorry dude that there will always be bad seeds. That there will be hurts. But I know you’ll be strong. And you’ll say no, or wangle your finger. And stand up or take the high road where necessary.
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