Our church has started a Friday morning open gym playtime. We have been a few times. The crowd has usually been rather small and calm with my boys knowing at least 75% of the other kids. They have greatly enjoyed this free running, large motor playtime. Thy have gotten along well with others and overall had a grand time. Today, wow, today was a bit different. Today was crowded! Today was loud! There were lots of boys! This was the kind of group that when I just had a daughter I might have turned around and left, because those boys are just nothing but loud, rough, trouble makers! And now, I am their mom. I am the mom that I'm sure at one point I wanted to tsk and shake my head at. This doesn't happen when you have girls, or even 1 boy. It happens when you have your second. I'm guessing it amplifies with each additional boy. Begone the days of sweet princess dress up, temper tantrums that involved weeping at the unfairness of the world, and adorable hats. Now it's all "booty", throwing things, lego guns, and "fire hands" (hands that shoot fire). Granted, they are brimming over with comedy and their messy little faces and sweet "I love yous" melt any momma's heart, that doesn't change the fact that they are still loud and rowdy.
Today Finn stood in the middle of the room and held a ball. Seems he just wondered around with his ball and watched people. He knocked down his brother's block tower once, but mostly he just played the observer. Dax on the other hand had some real issues with all these "strange guys'. Strange guys included anyone he didn't know or anyone he might know but doesn't usually go to our church. At first they were just intimidating. Then he started to play "Super Dax" (his new favorite past time). I did have to intervene when I noticed another child beating him with a folded jump rope. It's hard for a mom to know what is truly in the spirit of the play and when her kid is going to get welts. I guess I should have taken the rope away because I turned around seconds later and someone was trying to capture "Super Dax" by roping him around the neck. This time the rope was taken.
I guess all the rope play got him wound up, or maybe it was the lack of oxygen to his brain from the noose...I'm not sure...but the next time I turned around he was shoving a little boy to the ground because he knocked down his tower. He refused to apologize. He spent the rest of his time at the "mommy table". I thought we were safe. Clean up time came, he volunteered to help clean up. I then see him standing in front of a little boy he doesn't know. I hear his sweet little voice "These strange guys are Stupid, Mama! They just keep breaking my toys!!"
Sigh...what happened to hats, tights, dresses, and coordinating shoes? What about that little three year old girl too timid to peek out from behind my legs?
Just for extra measure at that moment, Finn came over and knocked down the whole stack of "cleaned up" blocks.
Tsk Tsk, what is that mom doing? Hasn't she taught those kids anything about sharing? respect for the church? kindness? The word stupid? Maybe she should stop spending so much time at the mom table chatting and harness those heathens! Tsk...
***pictures below are from a calmer, more successful play gym day***