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pensmama87
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I had a surprising experience today and I just wanted to share it.
DS1 (3) had a dental checkup today and did absolutely wonderful (thanks in part to our very good, very patient dentist) so I decided to take the kids out for lunch afterwards (to a place with a play place, of course, because otherwise they’re too young to think going out to eat is a treat
). We arrived at the peak of lunch rush, but I knew it would clear out quick and we’d only have to deal with the older kids (5-6 year olds on their way to or from kindergarten) for a little while. My kids actually did very well while we ate and the play place wasn’t too busy when we finished, so I figured OK, let’s tire out the kids a bit before coming home for nap. 
My 3yo has learned to be aware of other kids around him now that his brother is underfoot a lot more and now that I babysit a few more most days of the week. He may occasionally step on fingers or toes, but it’s accidental and he knows to say “I’m sorry” and usually he means it. Little brother, about 18 months old, usually knows how to keep out of the way (seems to be a gift of younger siblings, to learn so early that they are not the only people in the world!).
Anyway, DS2 is a climber and likes to do everything big brother can, so he followed right up to the top of the play structure. DS1 is being sweet and telling the other kids up there (mostly 2-4 years old) “That’s my brother! He’s little - don’t step on his fingers!” The other kids are mostly listening and DS2 is fine, having a good time, and while I can’t reach either of them I can see both and talk to them.
Then out of the corner of my eye I see this enormous kid hurtle by. In my mind now he’s like 10 years old, but that doesn’t make much sense considering the time of day. Before I can say anything, I see a foot stick out and plant itself squarely on my younger son’s back before it launches into the labyrinth of solid plastic tubes where I can’t get any more details on what this little punk looks like.
In that moment I learned what it means to see red. For about five seconds all I could think was, “I really need to get my hands on that little $#%& who hurt my baby.” Then the feeling dissipated as I heard my son cry and then became frightened that he was seriously hurt - he wasn’t, thank God, but he was scared. After hugging my son and learning he was OK, I was angry again, but instead it was “This kid and his mom/dad need a tongue lashing,” and I didn’t have enough identifying information for the culprit and there were no other parents present (figures.) So I took a few deep breaths, then packed up our things and we all came home.
I’m still upset about what happened - while the kid probably wasn’t as big as I see in my mind he was definitely old enough that if he was developmentally normal he wouldn’t have used my son as a trampoline/launch pad - but I think I’m more upset at how upset I got in that instant. I have strong emotions, but I’ve never actually wanted to throttle somebody. I’m not worried that I sinned because it was completely involuntary, but it was weird for my brain to do what it did. I’m not familiar with it “auto piloting” like that.
Thoughts? Similar experiences?
DS1 (3) had a dental checkup today and did absolutely wonderful (thanks in part to our very good, very patient dentist) so I decided to take the kids out for lunch afterwards (to a place with a play place, of course, because otherwise they’re too young to think going out to eat is a treat
My 3yo has learned to be aware of other kids around him now that his brother is underfoot a lot more and now that I babysit a few more most days of the week. He may occasionally step on fingers or toes, but it’s accidental and he knows to say “I’m sorry” and usually he means it. Little brother, about 18 months old, usually knows how to keep out of the way (seems to be a gift of younger siblings, to learn so early that they are not the only people in the world!).
Anyway, DS2 is a climber and likes to do everything big brother can, so he followed right up to the top of the play structure. DS1 is being sweet and telling the other kids up there (mostly 2-4 years old) “That’s my brother! He’s little - don’t step on his fingers!” The other kids are mostly listening and DS2 is fine, having a good time, and while I can’t reach either of them I can see both and talk to them.
Then out of the corner of my eye I see this enormous kid hurtle by. In my mind now he’s like 10 years old, but that doesn’t make much sense considering the time of day. Before I can say anything, I see a foot stick out and plant itself squarely on my younger son’s back before it launches into the labyrinth of solid plastic tubes where I can’t get any more details on what this little punk looks like.
In that moment I learned what it means to see red. For about five seconds all I could think was, “I really need to get my hands on that little $#%& who hurt my baby.” Then the feeling dissipated as I heard my son cry and then became frightened that he was seriously hurt - he wasn’t, thank God, but he was scared. After hugging my son and learning he was OK, I was angry again, but instead it was “This kid and his mom/dad need a tongue lashing,” and I didn’t have enough identifying information for the culprit and there were no other parents present (figures.) So I took a few deep breaths, then packed up our things and we all came home.
I’m still upset about what happened - while the kid probably wasn’t as big as I see in my mind he was definitely old enough that if he was developmentally normal he wouldn’t have used my son as a trampoline/launch pad - but I think I’m more upset at how upset I got in that instant. I have strong emotions, but I’ve never actually wanted to throttle somebody. I’m not worried that I sinned because it was completely involuntary, but it was weird for my brain to do what it did. I’m not familiar with it “auto piloting” like that.
Thoughts? Similar experiences?