I’m sure you have all heard of the “mama bear” reference before. As a mother, it’s something that just happens. It’s instinct. You naturally protect your child, just as a mama bear protects her cub.
The other day I had a “mama bear” incident.
Let me set the scene.
We were visiting friends that were home for the weekend. We only see these friends about once per year. They have a two year old little girl, so we were excited for Lincoln and her to play together. Saturday they came to our house for lunch, and then we visited them where they were staying on Sunday.
So, we’re in the house and Lincoln picks up this stuffed monkey that is on the floor. He gives the monkey a hug. The little girl freaks her freak on. Obviously she’s not happy that Lincoln is playing with her monkey. No biggie. These kiddos are just learning about sharing, and certainly Lincoln had to share his toys with her the day before. That’s what most of you are probably thinking. HOWEVER, the father of this little girl TOOK THE MONKEY FROM MY SON!!! He in turn gave it to his daughter and said, “oh, that’s her monkey. No one can play with that monkey but her.” Umm, seriously?! That is just not cool in my book. Lincoln looked a bit confused, and pissed off for that matter, and honestly I don’t blame him one bit…I was pissed off myself! They ended up putting the monkey in the other room so my son didn’t
contaminate touch him again.
Five minutes later the kids are playing again. They are excited and run into each other. The little girl falls down and cries. Both the mother and father go running toward her, and seriously give my sweet boy the look of death. They thought Lincoln pushed her. I said something like, “wow you two sure are excited running into each other.” Yeah. They ignored me. Instead they were tending to their daughter, while glancing up every few seconds to stare down my two year old.
We ended up taking Lincoln outside to play, however for the rest of our time there we heard comments like, “Wow Lincoln sure has a lot of energy.” And my favorite, “good luck with him.” Nice, huh?! While I typically ignore these comments or nicely say that he’s a typical 2 1/2 year old boy, I really don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to do these sort of things. I mean, it’s probably only going to get worse.
That’s where the “mama bear” comes in.
That’s my son. My sweet boy who just the day before shared his cars and trains with this little girl. Was he happy about sharing? Probably not, but it’s what we do. As parents, it’s our job to teach our children what’s right and wrong.
Giving a two year old dirty looks and looking at them in complete disgust is just WRONG PEOPLE!!! Who the heck does that?!?!
It took all I had to not scoop my sweet boy up and leave then and there. I’m his Momma. It’s my job to protect him.