You know how in the movies,
mothers take their little angel children to a playgroup,
and within a few glorious hours they've formed bonds with the other mothers....
laughing and sharing stories as their kids play happily together?
Life's not like it is in the movies.
But isn't that just a little disappointing?
Today was Hudson's very first day at Little Gym,
along with 4 other beginner gymnasts,
and two that had attended class last year.
As the class started, each little one sat smiling,
and listening to the teacher.
They clapped their hands and giggled and sang songs in unison.
Except for one little boy.
This little guy, bless his heart, was a ball of energy like I've never witnessed in my life.
When the group was doing somersaults,
he was hanging from the uneven bars.
When the group was teetering down the balance beam,
he was launching himself from the springboard.
He rolled himself inside of mats, he turned off the lights, he screamed....
he did just about everything he wasn't supposed to do.
His mother was so embarrassed,
and while trying to bounce her other child (a newborn) to contentment,
she would try to make excuses for him:
"he's never been in a playgroup before."
"he's all boy."
"he's just excited."
And every excuse she made,
I sat and answered...
"he's having a blast!"
"I'm sure he's not bothering anything."
The teacher even came out and said that he was doing alright,
and not to worry, this happens alllllll the time.
one by one,
each child started to follow along with the little boy.
That little boy was clearly having such fun,
they had to join in.
The sweet teacher smiled, and went along with the flow,
encouraging the children, while also letting them play.
Then one of the other moms stormed out of her chair,
opened the door (that's a no-no during class)
and yelled at her own little boy,
who had just started jumping around with lil' mr. energy.
"So&So! You sit down right now and listen to your teacher!"
The poor mother of the energetic boy was so embarrassed.
Then the cranky mom spoke up and said:
"Yours may not have, but MY little boy HAS been to Mother's Morning Out, and
he KNOWS BETTER than to behave that way."
My heart broke for that poor woman,
who clearly felt insulted and embarrassed...when there was not a thing in the world that she could do to restrain her child, who, after all, was just HAVING FUN.
These kids are three years old.
At Little Gym.
They are not in college studying Physics.
Can't they just have a good time?
So, while Hudson played,
instead of making new Mommy-friend connections,
I spent an hour feeling terrible for a fellow mother,
who was clearly hurt, and dare I say bullied, by a different mom.
Where's the sisterhood?
Where's the "I've had those days, too!"
Where's the kindness?
I'll tell you where it ISN'T....
in the Little Gym lobby.
We are ALL proud of our kids. No matter
how they may act, or how they may look....
because on any given day,
you may not know exactly what you are in for with a toddler.
(can I get an Amen?)
That said, can't we just be nice to each other?
Wouldn't playgroups and public places and ANYWHERE
be a much happier place if we offered words of kindness,
instead of sneers and cut-downs?
I sure think so.
Despite the Mama Drama,
little Hudson had a blast.
I adore watching him learn new things,
and I LOVE seeing his great big grin.
This is a BIG week for him...
he turns THREE on Sunday,
and this is his very first class-atmosphere activity.
He's been anticipating the fun at Little Gym for days now.
And he was ESPECIALLY excited, because I let him wear a t-shirt that says "B-Day Boy".....
oh, it's the little things.
I hope my fellow mothers at Little Gym will unite in the common bond of motherhood....
and smile at each other.
That's not so hard to ask, is it?
By the time the session ends,
we may even be singing Kumbayah while holding hands in a big happy Mama circle.
We may make this life into a movie after all.