I had plenty to do this week prior, buying a house continues to present me with non stop jobs. Mowing the Law, moving our bedroom around, hooking up a nicer mail box and mail box post (I did not know they needed assembly). Non stopping there, hooking up my little dudes bedroom, changing out old beds with newer versions, Gardening - yes gardening, my lady is very clear on me helping her.
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We had taken the little dude to a party this weekend. This is where the topic of this post comes into play. The kids were great, it was fun. I played catch, assisted in handing out cake, enjoying the company of little people who never tired of anything, everything was fun to them. Their worlds where so complete when they had their juice, water melon, and cheap 50 cent toys. They have it better then I do.
One of the children had to leave soon. He became rather upset and was not listening, yet it seem more due to his mother being unclear with him, not speaking bluntly and clearly then him not wanting to listen. Children like to be loved, they love to be spoken to with eye contact. I saw that the mother was struggling with her emotions, she could not assist her child in a way that was positive.
I did not confront her, I did not even step in when she was yelling or being angry with a 4 year old. She spoke fast and complex for a child of that age. His ears did not understand what she was saying all he knew is she was mad, that was clear to me. He ran from her and laid on the ground crying. I set down the frisbee and walked over to the little guy.
"can you spell your name?" Was the first thing I asked.
He shook his head yes.
"you know spiderman can sign his name too" then I paused and smiled "is that who you are?"
The boy stopped crying "yes, um (meaning i'm) spidaman"
"Does spiderman listen to his momma" The smile not leaving my face.
He nods his head yes.
"you wanna see who can get to momma first" She was over by the table huffing and puffing.
He nodded happily and immediately we set off, I let him win of course.
Soon as he reached her, she looked at me and her eyes met mine and I could tell her anger was now directed at me.
"you know you are being a bit pushy" she said to me, then began yelling at her boy even though he came to her with a little encouragement, because going to her was a mistake or so that is what the boy learned.
In my thoughts, but not on my face... I knew that she would pay for her bad parenting with guilt and worry, not mention the rage... the self loathing of her all mistakes, her own issues directed at her son, the level of incompetence she had as a parent. This is not a bias account. She was cruel.
WHAT A BITCH.
One of the children had to leave soon. He became rather upset and was not listening, yet it seem more due to his mother being unclear with him, not speaking bluntly and clearly then him not wanting to listen. Children like to be loved, they love to be spoken to with eye contact. I saw that the mother was struggling with her emotions, she could not assist her child in a way that was positive.
I did not confront her, I did not even step in when she was yelling or being angry with a 4 year old. She spoke fast and complex for a child of that age. His ears did not understand what she was saying all he knew is she was mad, that was clear to me. He ran from her and laid on the ground crying. I set down the frisbee and walked over to the little guy.
"can you spell your name?" Was the first thing I asked.
He shook his head yes.
"you know spiderman can sign his name too" then I paused and smiled "is that who you are?"
The boy stopped crying "yes, um (meaning i'm) spidaman"
"Does spiderman listen to his momma" The smile not leaving my face.
He nods his head yes.
"you wanna see who can get to momma first" She was over by the table huffing and puffing.
He nodded happily and immediately we set off, I let him win of course.
Soon as he reached her, she looked at me and her eyes met mine and I could tell her anger was now directed at me.
"you know you are being a bit pushy" she said to me, then began yelling at her boy even though he came to her with a little encouragement, because going to her was a mistake or so that is what the boy learned.
In my thoughts, but not on my face... I knew that she would pay for her bad parenting with guilt and worry, not mention the rage... the self loathing of her all mistakes, her own issues directed at her son, the level of incompetence she had as a parent. This is not a bias account. She was cruel.
WHAT A BITCH.
