You know. The mom who has that kid?
Of course, I think my Samuel is absolutely awesome – but I definitely know that he’s not perfect. Not only does he reveal that about himself daily, but how I react to him reminds me of my own need for a savior.
But I digress.
Samuel is usually the most aggressive kid in the room. Yup, he’s that kid. He’s the one that loves to get in your kid’s bubble, and if your kid is in his space, then my kid is knocking him over. Sometimes he does this thinking your kid wants to play rough with him, too (he’s usually wrong about this!). But sometimes he does it just because he thinks hitting other kids is fun.
I mean, come on, one of his favorite games is “tackle.” Yeah. He enjoys taking the hits as much as he enjoys giving them.
I don’t consider myself a “helicopter mom,” but I have to follow Sammy around everywhere he goes. Otherwise, I hear another child’s cry and know that Sammy wanted to play with them. When another child gets close to him, I have to remind him to Be gentle. Say hi. Keep your hands to yourself.
It’s pretty exhausting sometimes.
And then there are the other moms. The ones who give us dirty looks – and I understand! If their kid was the bully, I think I would feel the exact same way!
Granted, there are some moms who get it. If I had to make a generalization, I would say they’re the stay-at-home moms and the moms with more than one child.
I know some of it is a phase and some of it is being a boy and some of it is being two-years old. But I’m going to be honest and say that I have to fight the temptation to roll my eyes along with the moms who stare.
Sometimes, I am that other mom. To my own son.
Instead, I pray that God gives me the courage to embrace him as he is. To lovingly lead him to obedience, but to also accept him for him.