
Boy, did I ever have a blast from the past this weekend. I remember avoiding the playground like the plague because I couldn’t stand the thought of being judged. I’m sure you’ve all felt it at sometime. There are the classic playground scenarios that play out over and over again: the coffee moms chatting away not watching their children throw sand in your kids face, the moms that have a huge amount of luggage with them because their children need to eat and drink constantly in the 30 minutes they are there and God forbid they don’t have the right snack with them. The germ a phobe mom chasing her kids with a bottle of antibacterial soap or wipes, yelling at them not to touch anything. Maybe you are even one of these mom, or have been at times, whatever. I’m talking today about bully mom. She knows exactly what your kid needs and how you should do it. It’s quite impressive because she just met you 10 minutes ago and doesn’t even know your name, but she can tell you how to raise your children.
I find that I seem to be a magnet for these bully moms. Maybe I look frazzled, I don’t think I do, but it must be something. Here is the latest exchange to occur:
BM ( Bully Mom) (ME-Me)
BM: Do you know what a bento box is?
ME: Yes, I actually..
BM: They are really useful in giving your kids healthy choices.
ME: Yes, I…. ( She is never going to let me finish is she?)
BM: My daughter only eats Peanut Butter and Jelly, but this way I can squeeze in a few other choices.
ME: My oldest eats everything, but my youngest is a picky eater. He only eats a jelly sandwich and fruit.
BM: (laughs) Well, jelly isn’t fruit! You are giving your son a sugar sandwich!
ME: I didn’t say jelly was a fruit. I said jelly sandwich and a fruit!
BM: You HAVE to put peanut butter on it. ( Then she walks away to talk to someone else)
Now, in my mind I wanted to go all nutritionist on her because I wanted to know exactly what kind of peanut butter and jelly and what type of bread she was using! I wanted to chase her down and say, ” Hey, I use 100% wheat bread and All Fruit spread, which is all fruit no added sugar or corn syrups! Then I thought, am I really getting this upset about a sandwich, get over it. Then she comes back and hears the tail end of conversation I was having with another mom. Here we go again:
BM: Oh your son doesn’t play sports, why not?
ME: He prefers reading. He doesn’t like sports.
BM: Well, my kids like to read and play sports. You know kids can do both!
ME: I didn’t say they couldn’t. He just prefers to read and do other activities.
BM: That’s different. Why don’t you make him play.
ME: Why would I make him play. He doesn’t like it. He’s uncoordinated and knows it. He doesn’t like to play sports.
BM: Well, if he’s not playing because he’s uncoordinated then you should make him play. He can’t avoid things that he’s not good at.
ME: I don’t see what value there would be in forcing a child to perform in an activity that he doesn’t like when he could be using his energy to develop other skills.
BM: No, you should make him. ( Then she walked away.)
Now, what I really wanted to say was, ” My son has been getting physical and occupational therapy since he was toddler. He runs, climbs, jumps and plays outdoors probably more than an average child. He isn’t able to coordinate movements like a typical child and sports are not a good fit for him. They would only cause damage to his self esteem. I listen to what my child tells me and forcing a behavior is not something I do when I parent. Thank you very much.
Have you been there? This is why I go to the playground at 9A.M. over the Summer, so I can avoid people. I guess you could call me loner mom.
What do you think?








You do better than I do…I can count on one hand how many times I have been to the park in the past year. I can’t stand those moms, you aren’t the only one!!!
You’re so much kinder and more patient than me. I would have gotten pretty sarcastic by the end, as in “well, I would force him to do stuff, but I don’t want to turn him into one of those clueless, know-it-all parent types who think they can actually tell other parents what to do, even tho they don’t have a clue about the other person’s life.” ………but then, I’m a lot older now, and a grandparent. They (BMs) will do it when you’re just trying to be nice, which in their minds make you compliant and therefor an easy target.
You have a point about them targeting me because I’m trying to be nice. Honestly she if she didn’t keep stepping away when I got heated things could have taken a turn, but once again I was trying to be nice to someone that didn’t deserve it. I’m glad I have this space to vent.
Hey, you have to feel sorry for that mom’s kid! Working in the theater I ran across a couple of stage moms like that. One in particular sounded exactly like the mom you met, only even worse. She was always bragging about how rigidly she disciplines herself (500 push ups a day) and her children (a boy she guaranteed would be a TV star soon and girl she wanted to become a stage star) and she was always correcting and directing her poor, unhappy beautiful little girl during a tour of ANNIE we did. Our director got so fed up with her meddling and bullying her own unhappy child that he banned her from the theater. That was 14 years ago. Her kids aren’t famous now as she promised. But I do hope they finally found some happiness outside of the theater and away from their mom’s continual bullying.
That’s something, M!
You are amazing, I wouldn’t have been able to control myself! How rude. I wonder, how did her child interact with the other kiddos?
“MAKE him play”? i’m berzerk… I think you have a finely tuned mothering instinct as regards YOUR children and you have always put their needs into the most balanced and careful consideration and as a result are raising AMAZING and LOVED children … can you tell me the park and describe the mom? i’d like to go hang out there… i’ve got less control and filters than you – I’d like to meet her… it would be fun…
OMG! I’m having flashbacks of someone we both know who knows everything about NOTHING!!!
and insists her way is the best way. Good God I better stop there……