Grow up Mommy!

Today I experienced something for the first time, something I am sure I will experience many many times in the future in worse proportions, and my reaction today makes me worried as to how I am going to cope in the many years to come.

We were at a get-together. Five families and five children, the oldest of which was in third grade and the youngest was my daughter at 2 and a half. They decided to play “run from someone” game, where someone ended up being the youngest, most innocent and naive kid, my daughter. They all ran from her, and hid in the bedroom and shut the door, while she slowly made her way up the stairs to find herself locked out. They’d see her, scream, run and shut themselves in the bathroom and she’d call me “Amma.. all go in bathoom”. It was some silly kids’ game, but my daughter clearly didn’t understand it, and more so why she was being left out. She just wanted to play with them. Every few minutes she called out “Mommy”, because she’d been left out of some room. I couldn’t take the disappointed look on her face. It broke my heart to see her being the scapegoat of the game. When one of the other moms reprimanded the older kids and asked them to include her in the game – I saw a smile light up her face. Few minutes later, she was normal, running behind the older kids, trailing by a few feet wherever they went, but I cannot shake off that disappointed look she gave me. I’ve done this like 1000 times to my brother – when he thought I was his only friend and my friends were his. 15 something years later, I feel guilty for having done that.

I know it’s a really stupid incident, and that she will grow up have her own friends, probably do the same thing to younger kids, but it scares me that I was affected by it. If I can feel so bad that some 6 year old or 8 year old ignored her, I guess I have a lot of growin up to do, before I can be unfazed by people and events that disappoint my daughter for the rest of her life.

7 thoughts on “Grow up Mommy!

  1. kodi's mom

    long time reader, delurking. the thing is, hopefully, she won’t remember any of this or hold it against the other kids – but we will, for a long long time, maybe forever. I have been witness to similar incidents where older kids have ‘ganged up’ against my son, and I have been so torn between intervening and letting him figure it out. it really is harder for them than it is for us. ah, the pleasures of mommyhood 🙂

    Rekha: I think she has already forgotten all about it, only I cannot shake it off.

  2. Rohit

    apologies accepted!!!!

    Ha ha hahah!!!!

    Rekha: Of course.. there was a whole other thing about you being nosy and a tell-tale and all that.. So I will collect your aplogies in person.. hehe..

  3. last evening at our diwali bash, my little one ran to me in tears a few times to say that one of the girls was refusing to play with her. She wasn’t really a friend, as they met a few times and only to practice some show we were putting on, but my silly one quickly imagined her to be a “friend” . This one’s always been the center of attn considering she’s the pampered one, among all friends and family.

    I didn’t face this earlier with my older two.

    Was difficult and am hoping we won’t have a repeat of that.

    Rekha: It’s funny how small silly things like this can really get to us.

  4. i can relate to your post. my kid is 2 and half too and similar incidents happen when she is around slightly older kids.
    also, for some reason, she has now started hitting the older kids 😉 and thats another new worry for us!

    Rekha: hmm.. mine hasn’t gotten there yet. She does hit us plenty – which is worrysome enough anyway.

  5. Me

    out of portion 🙂

    [since you were a nomad and all i don’t know whether you have heard the above phrase…commonly used in Chennai schools when the question paper had questions that was not on syllabus ]

    Rekha: Haha.. Of course – I’ve used that phrase a lot!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s