Friday, July 8, 2011
lazy moms I don't like
And why me? Seriously. -- While I love my daughter and her friends that I know, I am by no means a kid person. On the contrary. When my friends became moms years before I turned into one, I could never get the big fuss about it. In fact, their mush brains bothered me, and I was upset by the feeling of having lost my friends.
I know my body language is not particularly friendly towards this kid. I can't stand how her only reply to my responses to her constant "look at me!" or "what's her name?" is "what???" I've even told her I do not want to talk to her (yes, I did).
I'm not proud to confess that a kid can get to me this way. But her mom gets to me even more. I was barely able to contain myself around her at the pool this morning. I so badly want to approach her about her neglectful parenting. The hurtful act of waving her kids away ALL the time.
Yes, there are moments of exhilarating joy and ecstatic pride, but mostly I feel the tedium when I'm in the pool with Lilly. The constant sameness of helping her jump. I too would love to lounge and be lazy. But I don't, at least not very much. Because I see how lonesome Lilly feels then, and because I want to be there for my daughter in a way my mother never was.
And so yes; I realize my reaction to this mom at the pool and her parenting may be heightened by my own childhood wounds caused by my mother. And I get that yelling at her for what she's doing is not going to fix anything or do any good. She might even let it out on her kids if I say something. So I won't.
Or should I? What would you do?