Cabin fever
Ben has started to get cabin fever - He will actually get cranky when we’re inside for too long, and it’s probably a good thing to get me out of the house. Great for Ben, not so great for the housework
So we’ve discovered the play area at Brentwood mall! He loves being able to crawl around on the bouncy carpet-covered floor (and not hurt himself if he falls), pull himself up and cruise along all the toys, turn all the spinny things, crawl through tunnels and slide down the slides (with mom’s help, of course).
I’ve had a blast watching him ‘run off’ to check things out, and love that he turns back to make sure I’m still watching. Then he’ll smile, wave and keep going - boy, it tugs on your heart strings. The other mothers (who always look like they’re just happy to get a break) must know I’m a rookie for tearing up.
It’s been interesting to see him interact with the other kids, as well as how other kids interact with him. There are older girls who think of him as a ‘toy’ (much like the dentist’s neice in Finding Nemo - needless to say, this needs supervision), then the slightly-older-than-Ben kids who like to come check him out and make him giggle. Lastly, the kids that Ben likes to approach that tend to shy away from him.
Yesterday though, Ben had his first run in with a playground bully - a 4 year old boy and his older brother who almost seemed fixated on Ben; running circles around him, secretly chatting and pointing at him, at one time standing over him while he crawled to pin his waist down, and finally ending with a’run-by’ and a sideswipe with the knee to Ben’s right temple.
While I was just a few steps away from Ben, it’s tough to know when boys are just being boys and how long to let them play before intervening, and ultimately, Ben will need to learn to fend for himself. He just looked so innocent and unphased by the situation, while it felt for me that those kids were just being…well…a**holes (forgive my choice of words to describe child, but it’s hard to think of another word when you’re an upset mother!).
It’s a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that there is a very good chance my little guy will often face these kinds of people in his lifetime, but all I can do is give him the right tools to become confident in himself. When does he have to start daycare again? Maybe I could convince Chad to let me stay at home with Ben until he’s an adult…




