I am not a violent person. I don’t think I am especially angry. But if you’ve ever taken your child to a playgroup then you might just have an inkling of an idea where I’m coming from when I say I have been tempted to flip out at a child – obviously I never would.
Here’s what I know. Playgroups are meant to be fun for your children whilst learning different skills, whether it be motor skills or social skills. It really is beneficial taking them. J has only been to two different one’s and he really enjoys them.
However when you witness a (devil) child jumping on your one your old, hitting him and pulling his hair. I challenge you not to imagine any kind of throttling. Of course, you’re not going to actually do it but what CAN you do? Because it seemed that little Satan’s parents are busy having a a chat with friends.
What you learn very quickly when you take your kid out into the big, wide world is that people suck. And their kids suck even harder. Another instance today was J being whacked in a face with a tennis racket, the poor sausage was bleeding from his mouth. Granted it was an accident as the little boy wasn’t looking what he was doing. But what got me is that the father didn’t even acknowledging what had happened and he was stood a meter or two away.
I’m not saying my kids are perfect. I dare not leave J alone for even a minute because I can bet he will gouge some poor unsuspecting person’s eyes out just trying to say hello. But at least I had the decency to come running over, apologising profusely, face ashen with shame.
In all seriousness, watching your kid interact with others can be brutal. We’re hard-wired to want to protect them. And get angry with anyone who brings them harm. And then, you discover, like a slap in the face, that not everyone parents the same way. It’s tricky terrain to navigate.