Yesterday was one of those gorgeous, mid-winter days that manages to convince you April is just around the corner, even though the calendar still firmly states it's only the end of January. With DH at work for the day, G and I ventured out to enjoy the 60 degrees temperatures at our favorite local park.
Unfortunately, we encountered a decidedly chilly atmosphere once we arrived. While the winter sunshine had brought out a smile on my face, I was apparently the only one in such a good mood. The parents--and most of the kids--we ran into at the playground were downright grumpy.
The whole day got me thinking that the playground is kind of like a microcosm for the rest of the world; there is a social pecking order, high drama and bumps and bruises, both of the physical body and of the soul.
Lesson #1: Some parents use the playground as a free babysitting service. That's fine... as long as your kids are old enough. One mother sat in a lounge chair brought from home, reading a book and listening to her iPod (I've never been able to master the double-skills of reading and listening to music at the same time) while her FOUR YEAR OLD proceeded to break every rule--official and otherwise--of the playground. He climbed up the slide backwards (once while my daughter was in the process of trepidatiously sliding down), he climbed up the outside of the jungle gym and he pushed younger children out of the way when he chose to follow the rules and actually go down the slide.
Lesson #2: Never tell a two year old to hurry while climbing up a ladder. I--or rather, G--learned this the hard way.
Lesson #3: Don't bring anything out in public you don't want to share. In our hour at the playground, I saw a girl throw a hissy fit because a perfect stranger wouldn't let her ride the bicycle she'd brought from home; then, I saw a boy nearly start a fight when another kid wouldn't hand over the stuffed animal he'd brought from home. Even G & I learned this lesson firsthand--we'd come to the park fresh from the farmer's market, where we'd bought some carrot sticks for a snack. You guessed it: a few kids came toddling over, expecting me to hand over the carrots like it was snacktime at preschool.
Lesson #4: Dress for success... and the weather. Even though the temperature on my outdoor thermometer read 55 degrees when we left the house, I was skeptical; so I dressed G in a pair of corduroys, a turtleneck, a sweater and a light jacket. Within ten minutes of arriving at the playground, she was peeling off layers and obviously sweating underneath the bulk of her wardrobe. My bigger mistake was the pair of shoes I'd put her in (rather, she chose for herself; I simply acquiesced). Instead of putting her in a pair of tennis shoes, I let her wear her Mary Janes... which are still a size too big. I fear that decision may have played a role in Lesson #2.
Lesson #5: Kids--even toddlers--can be mean to one another. I know, this is a lesson Lindsay Lohan should have taught me in "Mean Girls", but I really thought the mean gene didn't quite kick in until grade school. I was wrong. G desperately wanted to play with a pair of three year olds, who told her she was gross and to go away. The parents of these two mean kids simply laughed and shrugged. Gee, I wonder where they learned that model behavior...Lesson #6: I've never been so glad G's going to have a sibling. That way, we can avoid the loneliness (and my heartbreak) of Lesson #5.
Lesson #7: Your children are listening to you. I have been reading G the same book ("Someday" by Alison McGhee--a real tearjerker!) almost every night since she was an infant. There's a line in it that says, "Someday you will swing high, so high, higher than you ever dared to swing." I thought it was just another line in another book to G... until mid-swing, she screamed out, "I'm swinging higher than I ever dared to swing!" Bring on the tears, my child does listen to me.
Oh I love #7!!
And some parents are just morons!! I'm am honestly amazed at how many of them act in such poor manners. ipad, a book, and a mean child? No thanks. I would have had a difficult time keeping my mouth shut.
I enjoyed this read!
Little misty eyed here in CT!!! I hate the thought of kids excluding other ones. When my son tells my stories of this kid at school who sometimes is not the nicest kid I get all sorts of rialed up about it. Middle school mean I get but not when they are little.
When we go to the park, I choose not to take B over to the playground just because of all the mean-ness. We just take her tri-cycle, find an empty picnic table, and let her play around that area.
& you're right, the parents are just as bad as the kids.
I've learned all sorts of things, but couldn't even begin naming them all!
That book IS a tearjerker. I love it. I bought it for my son (I know it's a girl in the story, but the emotions are the same!) when he was born. I cry each time I read it.
#1 lesson J has taught me.
Life is simple, I just make it hard. And if I approach things with a smile, they generally go better.
That said, we've encountered parents not paying attention at the Jump Zone as well... From there, I've learned...
A) If you are old enough to have your own cell phone, show me your belly & butt crack - then you are too old to be at Jump Zone. You will do dangerous things that little boys will look up to you & want to emulate.
B) Any older kid doing something less than safe will be the next thing my son will want to do... And parents give dirty looks when they look up from their iPad, Kindle, etc to see you ratting out their child to the front desk...
#7 almost had me in tears. How sweet! That had to make up for some of the other lessons though, right?