This past weekend Zoe had a playdate with a fairly new acquaintance of mine who also has a beautiful baby girl 2 years old. Up until now Zoe has only played with other babies who are family and I learned over the past weekend it’s for daaaaaaaaaaamned good reason. I was a little overprotective of her before because she was so little and immobile. But now that she’s crawling all over the damn place and standing up trying to transition to walking I thought a playdate would be a good idea. EHHHHHHHHHHH Wrong answer!
Everything was going well, the mommies were getting along and having fun, Zoe was having a good time crawling and getting into everything and sharing toys with her new friend. Until they both focused in on the same toy to which the 2 year old tried to kick my baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh hell no. My poor baby had no idea of what was intended to be done with that foot, but see her mama was watching and her spidey senses were ON! And as naturally as breathing comes to me was my instinct to grab that foot and hang her upside down by it. Out a window!
I know that babies don’t really get the concept of sharing toys but rationality went out the door momentarily when I saw that foot lunging at my baby. See in my family if your child acts up they will get a pop or a pow pow from any and everybody within arms’ reach. But who knows if that will go over well with my new friend here. I don’t know her life. I don’t know if maybe she’ll want to fight me if I try to scald her kid for trying to kick mine. And if she did want to fight me, did she eat lunch because this was gonna be a loooooong day for her. Luckily for us all I’ve been improving upon my erratic behavior and was able to stop myself and act appropriately for the situation. Instead of following my instinct of snatching the 2 year old up, I simply caught the foot in mid action and told her not to kick my baby unless she wanted to get kicked by me (hey I’m a work in progress). Her mommy then took over the scolding. Crisis averted. Budding friendship saved!
It was in that very moment that I realized maybe I’m not ready for playdates with non family members just yet. I’m not sure of just how many near kickings I would be able to stand before I’m all about that “act up, you get slapped up” life. So until that time when Zoe is able to lay the smackdown on wayward behaving babies…All playdates are off!
I’m sure I’m not the only mommy, daddy, auntie, godmother who’s had this experience. How did you handle your situation?
No worries…I got this!