It’s a perfectly picturesque day on the Little League Ball Field. Folks are packed in, the snack bar is buzzing, the nearby playground is full of the happy noises that children make when they’re left to laugh, play and have fun while an older sister or brother steps up to the plate to hit the next home run.
As the birds are chirping and the fans are clapping, you, as the mother, look to the sidelines to find your 3-year-old. Noticing a funny look on his face, you go running. As you approach the small little man, he begins to toss his cookies, or in this case, red vines. Your hands go out, your eyes start scanning the immediate area for somewhere to go, but the vomit keeps coming. From behind you, another mothers voice chimes in. “I have some baby wipes and an extra shirt. Let me help you. Poor little love.” Gratefully, you meet her eye and you both run off behind the bleachers to clean up and figure out whats wrong with the small, vomiting child.
Or, that’s how it should go. Instead, the mom behind you is indignant. Now, not only are you paired with a child covered in throw up, but you’ve got in on your shirt, your arms, and there is a big circle of it all around you. Other mom snarls, “I can’t believe you’re letting him do that here.” In your mind, you’re just wondering where else the toddler could have thrown up that could be more convenient and maybe secretly hoping some had gotten on her and her better than thou attitude. You’re wishing and willing yourself to be anywhere but on the sidelines of a ball field being yelled at by a less than understanding mom.
So, you flee the scene. Older child can get a ride home with grandparents and you spend the car trip home feeling sad for your poorly child who is vomiting for no apparent reason, kicking yourself for not having extra clothes, and swearing you’ll never show your embarrassed face at a ball game again for as long as you live.
We’ve all been there, under different circumstances, obviously. Change the ball field for the middle of Target, change puke to a kid with a temper tantrum, change the other mom for a Grandma who “in her day wouldn’t let her kid do XYZ” and maybe it hits closer to home.
Mothers. We judge each other harshly, sometimes. Most of us are doing the very best we can at any given time. Sometimes, that means paper mache models of the solar system and sometimes that means wearing yesterdays sweat pants but remembering the juice boxes for the class party. There are those days, those awful days where the worst happens and we hope that there will be understanding around us. That perhaps, another mom might step in with a laugh and say, “You think this is bad, my Johnny once peed on a police officer when we were potty training.” We’re looking to the crowd to be a part of the village.
Too often, mothers get wrapped up and forget that we’re all working towards the same goal; chiefly to create a new generation of adults that look both ways before crossing the street, apologize when they’ve done something wrong, stand up for whats good in the world and find their own tribe of people who’ll help and encourage them on the path of life.
I’m willing to bet that the mom in this story has a lot on her plate. It may very well be that she’s a first time mom, and her first instinct was just to be outraged. I am hard pressed to find the terrible in most people. I can find superficial flaws not to like, but at the end of the day, my mind reverts to my basic belief that people, in general, want to be good. When they aren’t, it’s usually when they don’t know any better. This mom will eventually find herself in a crisis and I hope other moms reach out to her.
In the end, this parenting gig can be really, really hard. There are a lot of wonderful, beautiful moments wrapped up inside, of course. We live for those moments. In between those moments are the messy ones. So, when you notice another person in the midst of a parenting crisis, lend them a hand or an understanding smile. The old adage rings true, if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all. If all else fails, just go with that.