I'm sure you have all seen her before, that mean mom... Either at the mall, or a school function, maybe church, even McDonald's. The kind of mom that makes you feel really good about yourself. Not so much because they are abusive or anything, but they just seem mean, and uncaring.
Guess what, that was me today. I was THE mean mom.
We headed off to swim lessons, everyone was so excited, I had packed my our lunches so we could hang out afterwards and eat, then just swim once it was open to the public. We get there, and Cooper starts... Crying, like you have never seen before. Pure terror filled screams when I make him get in the water, you could hear him for miles. There was another kids like that in the class, he just turned 2 yesterday. Cooper is 4 1/2, and he likes to swim. So did I comfort and love, hell no! I sat there and pushed him in whenever it was his turn.
Honestly, I have never wanted to kill a child, and cry for a child so much at the same time. I was heartbroken, I have never heard him cry like that before, but on the other hand it just pissed me off. He was being so ridiculous! So I told him if he didn't stop, he wouldn't get a snack from the snackbar (the highlight of going to a public pool), the tears kept coming. I threatened to call his dad, tears were still there. I told him he would be grounded from the pool, still crying. 35 minutes of complete torture.
The worst part was how the moms were looking at me, like I was this cruel heartless lady. I wanted to hold him, and keep him warm and tell him he never had to go again, but if I did that, what good would it do? So now I have to look forward to tomorrow, and I pray he acts better, if not I can just kiss any chances goodbye of meeting a new friend at the pool this year...