Friday Night’s Alright for Writing (#7) From Backyards to Boston

It’s been a long, heavy week, hasn’t it folks? Just one of those weeks where the negative energy being spewed into the universe starts to drag on you, even if you try to stay away from the news. I started to think about what I was going to write for this week’s Friday post last Sunday, at a backyard birthday party for a friend of Maya’s. This was before the tragic events at the Boston Marathon, before the explosion at the Texas fertilizer plant, before the shooting at MIT and ensuing madness in Watertown and Cambridge. I stayed up last night glued to Twitter with that desire for more information, just like after 9/11.

I had thought about a few different ideas for what I wanted to write, while watching my often cautious little girl make her way amongst the more sure-footed 3-year-olds. She had clung to me for at least the first 30 minutes until a party fairy convinced her to help sing and play music. I went to get us some lunch and had a seat and saw her walk over to a group of little girls, waiting for the fairy to entertain them. When she went to stand next to one of them, the little girl pushed her. Hard enough so that she got sent backwards. And pushed with malice in her eyes. Malice…from a 3-year-old?? And towards my sweet, gentle child? My gut instinct was to run over and ask if Maya was alright, and tell the other little girl that kind of behavior was not OK, but I know Maya has to learn to use the tools we have tried to give her in situations where kids approach her in an inappropriate manner. And I wanted to give the other girl’s Dad a chance to do his job. You know the one where he’s supposed to watch his kid, and say something if she uses her hands instead of her words. So I resisted my urge, and to my delight and surprise even though she looked shocked, Maya walked right back over to stand where she had initially planned to. I was proud – she stood her ground!

And then she was pushed again. Hard. For no reason other than standing her ground. This was too much for Mama Bear. I started to go over, but before I could take more than a step, I saw Maya’s lip start to quiver and she started walking quickly, and then running to me. So instead I kneeled, and hugged my little girl as she sobbed.

These are the moments as a parent where I think to myself, crap, I should have…done whatever it is I decided not to do. Or thought of something else better. I spent the entirety of the rest of the party trying to rebuild my monkey’s confidence and not give the other child, or her father the Evil Eye. She could have been having a bad day. He could have been as well, but that’s no excuse for not parenting because you’re too busy socializing.

I started to think – is this when this starts? When does a bully become a bully? Is it when a parent doesn’t stand up for the younger sibling when the older one pushes them around because “that’s just how it is” and “they have to learn how to stick up for themselves”? Is it when a parent doesn’t pay attention at a party, or a parent does pay attention but decides to let the kids figure it out on their own? I really don’t know the answers.

The whole day just left me with more questions. And after the bombings in Boston (now that is a phrase I never imagined I’d say), I thought, now aren’t these two the ultimate bullies? They are unhappy with themselves, and their lives, so they feel the need to push others around in a grand fashion because somehow that’s going to make them feel better right? Wrong. How do we teach people like this that violence is not the way to go?

Like I said, I don’t have the answers, really. Just more questions…and for now, just a wish for a peaceful weekend for us all.

By Joy

I'm 42, a remarried mom of an 8 year old girl and a toddler son, a teacher, and a writer. People tell me I tend to be brutally honest and ...tell it like it is, so I had hoped to use this outlet to keep me sane while I got used to my new life as a stay-at-home Mom back when I was home with my worked. And it's been therapeutic through the end of a marriage and the emergence of me...


  1. Maaaaaan that other little party go-er is a d-bag in training. Auntie Dawn would have not been able to control herself :). As the auntie, I believe I’m allowed. Demoronizer!

    1. I know you wouldn’t have lol. The little girl is usually nice…and I’ve never heard anything bad about her until that day. When after the party, Maya said, “I don’t like__________”

  2. So say we all… well said, Joy…

    James is very well behaved around other children – but then, I would say that, i’m his Dad, ha ha. But we’ve done everything we can to bring him up properly… and while I want him to have fun and to interact with others, there are times when he gets a bit excitable and I have to reign him in a little.

    And as you know, being a parent is the hardest job in the world. Our parents said it, their parents said it… and some day our children will say it. Where do you find the balance between protecting your child and wanting them to take their first steps into that larger world? How can you show them the beauty and the wonder and the excitement of that world, without shattering the illusion of the dream that is life? How can you continue to give them hope, when there is so much to strike fear into them?

  3. All you can do is make your children feel safe and then you fly by the seat of your pants…..There is no manual for child rearing, but there should be. You can only instill in them the values that you yourself hold dear, and hope for the best. I don’t think I believe in turning the other cheek, but just tell your child to stand up for themselves. Hopefully they won’t get hurt – If they do, you step in and beat the crap out of that bully! Only kidding.

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