Published: June 22, 2009
Do you think I’m referring to my child? No, not really, instead an over-friendly, and unknown grandmother. I was lamenting that I have not written in a month and then this morning happened.
Back in April, I had my first real altercation with another mother. Sara Ellen and I were at the mall and I was letting her climb around on the over-priced rides next to Playtown. A little girl had gotten into the firetruck and sat in the backseat. Sara Ellen jumped in without asking and sat in the frontseat. I probably should have taken her out immediately, it’s usually ok to share but you need to ask first. I was standing aside and the other mother went to speak quietly to her child. I went up next to get Sara Ellen and I let the other girl know she could move up to the front before the ride stopped. Then the mother came up and asked me what was going on. I repeated what I said and she got quite upset, asking why I was speaking to her child like we had a relationship, also complaining that Sara Ellen had jumped on without asking. Except for the unauthorized ride-sharing, I was a bit speechless as to why she was so upset. She gave up and walked away. We also left, me very unhappy, and drove to the Cupertino Memorial Park. It was cloudy, which seemed to keep most visitors away except for one couple. This is how we met Michaela and Kathleen. What a blessing they were.
Today I was on the opposite end of the mother spectrum. We visited CMP this morning. A beautiful sunny day, a couple groups of kids, and other parent/child pairs. After over an hour Sara Ellen found a little girl to play with, whose grandmother was also there. I sat down to read and then a conversation started between myself and mothers on either side of me. The grandmother was very friendly, instead of seeming like Sara Ellen was intruding but over time she got to be too friendly. Sara Ellen and the girl were coming down the slide together or one after the other and at some point Sara Ellen came out of the slide and ran straight ahead into the arms of the grandmother! I was quite surprised but laughed a little. But it was not an isolated insident and the grandmother was very encouraging. It’s perfectly ok with me for Sara Ellen to hug her new boy and girlfriends, but a strange adult? No ma’am. My friends? If she wants. Her teachers, again, if she wants. I asked her to come over to me and I quietly told her not to get so close with adult she doesn’t know, but that she could hug her new friend. She may have gone down the slide and then she went back to the woman. She just stood in front of her but held her hand. She looked at me and I shook my head a bit. The other mother saw me but didn’t say anything. The grandmother started peeling an orange and as I was getting up she offered some to Sara Ellen, without asking me. Well, that’s quite enough. Sara Ellen was upset to leave but I had her wave to the girl and picked her up. I don’t want her to afraid, but we don’t have the problem and though this is a first, I don’t want it to set a precedent.