Yesterday morning, I met with some other moms about starting a preschool moms group at our parish. Our fearless leader is a veteran mom with kids in high school and up. The other two were young moms of young children. And then there was me. A mixture. Honestly, I was only there because I’ve been in a similar group before and the hope is that I might provide some guidance. Haha.
I have to say, that the meeting was like a time travel experience for me. A look at the past and a glimpse into the future.
As our children played on the playground and the baby sat beside me in her carseat, we moms tried to get organized. Before a note could be taken, however, one of the children came running over with her pants down. Her startled mother asked what in the heck the child was doing. The child’s response, “I went poop.” The mom didn’t believe it. There was no evidence on the child’s butt, but at the insistence of the child, the mom went to investigate. And returned to our table in search of clean up supplies.
On the busy playground, the child had used the privacy of one of the play structures to do her business. The mom was mortified. Me? I thought it was a bonus that the child didn’t do it in her pants. We spent a few minutes exchanging poop stories.
After the cleanup, we got into the details of our meeting. The kids ran between us and the playground and the water fountain. (Because every child needs a bath while playing.)
As we were wrapping up, a mother pushing a double stroller came over and asked us if the two boys near the water fountain belonged to one of us. The other young mom in the group claimed ownership and began to get up. The woman informed her that another mom was threatening to call the police, as she had just seen the children “in the street.”
The mom went to investigate. It turns out the boys had gotten in and out their car, which had been parked along the street when the Angry Mom saw them. After some ugly stares and comments, Angry Mom offered to get a babysitter for our mom, as apparently she needed it. Wowzer.
I won’t even go there… but let me reassure you that the situation was blown WAY out of proportion by Angry Mom. We then spent a few minutes exchanging Angry/Intrusive Mom stories.
After we wrapped up and I gathered my
preschooler kindergartener (!) and baby, I drove home thinking about all I’ve been through with my older kids and the things to come with Faith. It sucks being old, but on the other hand, my experience has made many things funny that might no seem so to a newer, more stressed momma.
(Remind me of this post when Faith is of potty training/running into the street age).