Yes, the title is meant to be sarcastic.
My child...or should I say MY child....my SWEET, little darling 3 year old son....did the unthinkable.
Today, in the beautiful sunlight, while at the playground (it hurts to be so painfully honest, that's why it's taking so long for me to spit it out)
PUNCHED ANOTHER KID IN THE STOMACH!. Not just some kid, but a kid we don't even know.
And after he did that unthinkable act, he poured salt in that fresh wound and
CALLED THE KID A BUTT HEAD!
MY kid. MY stinking little brat of a kid!
It's a proud mom day.
Let me just make it clear. PROUD.
I wanted to crawl into the nearest gopher hole at the park and die.
Instead, I marched him back over to the kid (who let me point out was about 6 years old and didn't punch him back but should have) and made him apologize for both and gave him a very long time out.
What has my child rearing come to that my own flesh and blood just acted like one of "those" kids on the playground?
Proud Mom Day's thankfully don't happen often. But when they do, they really make me want to spit. Lord have mercy on my son's soul.
8 years ago