When the phone rang, I was a little annoyed. I'd finally gotten the kids settled into a task for longer than two minutes, with no fighting, and was actually making progress on my project.
"Hello," I said, a little more brusquely than I should have. It's not the caller's fault that I'm stretched too thin in too many directions from too much multi-tasking. "Hello," I said again, this time more kindly.
"Hi Julie," the voice of a lady I know said brightly, "How are you?"
"Fine, fine, and you?" I said, biting back 'busy' as an answer.
"So how are the kids?" she asked, omitting an answer.
"The kids? They're fine. A little rambunctious, you know. It's time for school to start."
"Oh," she said, "Oh. Right, they're fine, that's good news."
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, you know, they were over here playing the other day, and my kids are sick now. I just wanted to make sure your kids are fine. You know, since Persistence had those sneezes," she said, when what she really meant was---did your kids make my kids sick.
"Persistence has bad allergies," I said, explaining sneezes and runny nose to a disbelieving audience for the zillionth time, "Poor thing comes by it honestly," I gave a little laugh, "My allergies are horrible, especially in the summer. I even had that bad asthma thing from that sinus infection. She's the same."
"Well, allergies can make it easy to get sick," she said, "I mean, I heard that. So many viruses, you never know who has what."
"Right," I said, "Hey listen, the kids are getting a little out of hand, I better go."
"Sure," she said.
And I wondered how many other invitations would come our way after this. I wondered whether it was worth it to me to try to work it out. I wondered whether it was worth it to me to call her again. I weighed my children's socialization against my own feelings. I find the older I get, the less tolerance for stuff like this I have. I even find less and less burning in me about the injustice.
******
"My daughter did what?" I said.
"Well, it was all the kids, they were all in the middle of it, so..." my friend trailed off.
"She'll help make amends, clean up," I said, "And then we'll deal with this at home. I'm so sorry."
I took my daughter aside, "This is not cool, kid, go help clean up and no more monkey business, okay? Clean up and then we go home."
"But, Mom, I didn't..."
"You were there," I said, "You are at fault too. Go. Clean."
My friend and I watched the kids scamper to clean.
"I don't know what got into my daughter," she said, "She's never done anything like this." She stared at me. I wasn't sure which thing she thought I could explain: why her daughter had done this, or why it happened while my daughter was there.
******
I had been avoiding this talk, but this friend wouldn't let me get away with it forever.
"We haven't seen you much," she said, stating the obvious, pointing out the elephant---the one I had hoped we could ignore until things changed, got better, or I figure out a solution. Then we'd go back to normal and we could pretend, because in the end, it shouldn't be a big deal. I hoped.
"Oh yes I know, I've been really..." I bit back 'busy.' So often I bite back that excuse, true as it might be. In this case, it was true, but not the real reason. "Look, there have been some problems, when the kids play. I don't know what it is with my kids and that girl, but it goes badly every time... My kids have to...well, I'm holding them accountable for their part, and they were grounded, but that was for them, you know? To teach them a lesson but also to get some space."
"I know," she said, "We have trouble with that child too, and I don't like the behavior. Did I tell you about the time she... and what about the time she... and then the incident when..."
I stared, horrified. I'd thought the behavior I'd seen in my house was bad enough. I had done my best to deal with what came, but the straw that broke the camel's back for me and my husband was the day our daughter was at this child's house for a playdate, and when he went to pick her up, she wasn't there and the family had no idea where the kids were. Unconcerned, because they were used to this, they said, "Oh, they're somewhere, at someone's house." My husband frantically combed the neighborhood, knocking on every door of every family we knew with kids. We finally found our daughter at the house of a child who was friends with the other girl, but whom we didn't know. We were supposed to be okay with this because everyone was okay. Our worry was supposed to be needless, groundless. We were supposed to understand that playing could mean anywhere in the neighborhood; after all, it's a nice one, with lots of nice families and the kids would only ever go to the house of someone they knew.
I knew the girl's parents, knew they were loving and did what they thought they should as parents. We just had different ideas. I knew they were nice. I wished I could be nice. But I couldn't keep letting it go on as it was. It was trouble, troubling, and some danger. So my husband and I decided the best thing was to guide the kids in other directions, and be kind but limit interaction. I kept telling myself I was choosing the best thing I could for my kids, but it still felt bad.
"I had no idea," I said, "I thought...well I knew it wasn't just at my house, I guess, but no, I didn't know. I guess, well I have to ask, how can you be okay with her at your place, with your kids at her place? I mean, I know not everyone, well okay nobody, is going to make the choice I have, but...?"
"I don't know what else to do, you know? She's a kid, and how do you look at someone and say yeah, your kid is not okay to play with?"
But that's just what I had done.
******
I looked with dismay at the playdate schedule. Somehow, we were unavailable for nearly every single get-together. My work schedule and travel schedule was amazingly the exact opposite of everyone else's. I felt that once again, we'd lose touch with local friends and classmates during the summer.
I called people, initially, for some spontaneous get-togethers, but most were busy: camp, class, activities, daycare, and so forth. "Maybe next week," they said, "Maybe Tuesday or Wednesday?"
"Rats," I said, "The kids are visiting their grandmother that week. Maybe the next week? We're pretty wide open all summer, just a few things, like next week..."
"We're just so booked this summer...had to keep the kids active...you know," they said.
I did know. In past summers I had sat on floors with them and plotted out coordinated camps, classes and activities. We'd abstained this summer because I was working more, and had hired a sitter, who hadn't quite worked out. But on top of that, we decided our schedule and budget didn't really allow sitter and camp. Camp had gotten so expensive. Then, after the sitter left, it was late, so many things were already booked and with prices of everything higher, we decided sending me to the insane asylum in the fall after multi-tasking working and mommying all summer was cheaper than childcare.
Just another side-effect of the economy.
******
"Are you working full-time now?" my friend asked.
"Well, I'm either working or seeking work, full-time," I said, "It's a lot of work to get work," little laugh.
"Yeah, it seems like everyone is heading back to work or something these days," she said, "I keep thinking about it...but I think the kids need to get a little older."
"Only do it if it's what you really want, really need, as in your drive to work, or your budget needs your income," I said, "The mom job is full-time regardless, and the rest...well, it makes it all more complicated."
"Yeah, that's why I'm taking my time," she said.
I either heard or projected a feeling of peer pressure and internal pressure to be more, more than just mom, in her words, although she really seemed happy with her life as it was.
********
My daughter hung up the phone sadly, "She's not home again."
"Did you leave a message?" I asked.
"No," she said, "I can't." My heart was torn between pity and a feeling I needed to toughen her up. She needed to learn how to use the phone. She needed to not let her shyness hurt her or others.
"I'll call her mom later, and leave a message," I promised, "Do you want to call Carrie to play?"
"No," she said, "Carrie just wants to play teenager. She watches those shows you won't let us. And anyway, I don't want to play teenager."
I believed her, and we stood there, beside the phone base.
After a second, the moment fell off her like a too large jacket.
"Persistence, hey Persistence! Want to go play pet shop with the animals?" she called out.
"Yeesssss!" came the responding cry from the other room, "Let's go!"
They charged upstairs happily.
*******
Every day, I watch the choices I make filter down, in many ways, on many levels.
What can I say about that. Possibly nothing more than: it is what it is.
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"Hello," I said, a little more brusquely than I should have. It's not the caller's fault that I'm stretched too thin in too many directions from too much multi-tasking. "Hello," I said again, this time more kindly.
"Hi Julie," the voice of a lady I know said brightly, "How are you?"
"Fine, fine, and you?" I said, biting back 'busy' as an answer.
"So how are the kids?" she asked, omitting an answer.
"The kids? They're fine. A little rambunctious, you know. It's time for school to start."
"Oh," she said, "Oh. Right, they're fine, that's good news."
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, you know, they were over here playing the other day, and my kids are sick now. I just wanted to make sure your kids are fine. You know, since Persistence had those sneezes," she said, when what she really meant was---did your kids make my kids sick.
"Persistence has bad allergies," I said, explaining sneezes and runny nose to a disbelieving audience for the zillionth time, "Poor thing comes by it honestly," I gave a little laugh, "My allergies are horrible, especially in the summer. I even had that bad asthma thing from that sinus infection. She's the same."
"Well, allergies can make it easy to get sick," she said, "I mean, I heard that. So many viruses, you never know who has what."
"Right," I said, "Hey listen, the kids are getting a little out of hand, I better go."
"Sure," she said.
And I wondered how many other invitations would come our way after this. I wondered whether it was worth it to me to try to work it out. I wondered whether it was worth it to me to call her again. I weighed my children's socialization against my own feelings. I find the older I get, the less tolerance for stuff like this I have. I even find less and less burning in me about the injustice.
******
"My daughter did what?" I said.
"Well, it was all the kids, they were all in the middle of it, so..." my friend trailed off.
"She'll help make amends, clean up," I said, "And then we'll deal with this at home. I'm so sorry."
I took my daughter aside, "This is not cool, kid, go help clean up and no more monkey business, okay? Clean up and then we go home."
"But, Mom, I didn't..."
"You were there," I said, "You are at fault too. Go. Clean."
My friend and I watched the kids scamper to clean.
"I don't know what got into my daughter," she said, "She's never done anything like this." She stared at me. I wasn't sure which thing she thought I could explain: why her daughter had done this, or why it happened while my daughter was there.
******
I had been avoiding this talk, but this friend wouldn't let me get away with it forever.
"We haven't seen you much," she said, stating the obvious, pointing out the elephant---the one I had hoped we could ignore until things changed, got better, or I figure out a solution. Then we'd go back to normal and we could pretend, because in the end, it shouldn't be a big deal. I hoped.
"Oh yes I know, I've been really..." I bit back 'busy.' So often I bite back that excuse, true as it might be. In this case, it was true, but not the real reason. "Look, there have been some problems, when the kids play. I don't know what it is with my kids and that girl, but it goes badly every time... My kids have to...well, I'm holding them accountable for their part, and they were grounded, but that was for them, you know? To teach them a lesson but also to get some space."
"I know," she said, "We have trouble with that child too, and I don't like the behavior. Did I tell you about the time she... and what about the time she... and then the incident when..."
I stared, horrified. I'd thought the behavior I'd seen in my house was bad enough. I had done my best to deal with what came, but the straw that broke the camel's back for me and my husband was the day our daughter was at this child's house for a playdate, and when he went to pick her up, she wasn't there and the family had no idea where the kids were. Unconcerned, because they were used to this, they said, "Oh, they're somewhere, at someone's house." My husband frantically combed the neighborhood, knocking on every door of every family we knew with kids. We finally found our daughter at the house of a child who was friends with the other girl, but whom we didn't know. We were supposed to be okay with this because everyone was okay. Our worry was supposed to be needless, groundless. We were supposed to understand that playing could mean anywhere in the neighborhood; after all, it's a nice one, with lots of nice families and the kids would only ever go to the house of someone they knew.
I knew the girl's parents, knew they were loving and did what they thought they should as parents. We just had different ideas. I knew they were nice. I wished I could be nice. But I couldn't keep letting it go on as it was. It was trouble, troubling, and some danger. So my husband and I decided the best thing was to guide the kids in other directions, and be kind but limit interaction. I kept telling myself I was choosing the best thing I could for my kids, but it still felt bad.
"I had no idea," I said, "I thought...well I knew it wasn't just at my house, I guess, but no, I didn't know. I guess, well I have to ask, how can you be okay with her at your place, with your kids at her place? I mean, I know not everyone, well okay nobody, is going to make the choice I have, but...?"
"I don't know what else to do, you know? She's a kid, and how do you look at someone and say yeah, your kid is not okay to play with?"
But that's just what I had done.
******
I looked with dismay at the playdate schedule. Somehow, we were unavailable for nearly every single get-together. My work schedule and travel schedule was amazingly the exact opposite of everyone else's. I felt that once again, we'd lose touch with local friends and classmates during the summer.
I called people, initially, for some spontaneous get-togethers, but most were busy: camp, class, activities, daycare, and so forth. "Maybe next week," they said, "Maybe Tuesday or Wednesday?"
"Rats," I said, "The kids are visiting their grandmother that week. Maybe the next week? We're pretty wide open all summer, just a few things, like next week..."
"We're just so booked this summer...had to keep the kids active...you know," they said.
I did know. In past summers I had sat on floors with them and plotted out coordinated camps, classes and activities. We'd abstained this summer because I was working more, and had hired a sitter, who hadn't quite worked out. But on top of that, we decided our schedule and budget didn't really allow sitter and camp. Camp had gotten so expensive. Then, after the sitter left, it was late, so many things were already booked and with prices of everything higher, we decided sending me to the insane asylum in the fall after multi-tasking working and mommying all summer was cheaper than childcare.
Just another side-effect of the economy.
******
"Are you working full-time now?" my friend asked.
"Well, I'm either working or seeking work, full-time," I said, "It's a lot of work to get work," little laugh.
"Yeah, it seems like everyone is heading back to work or something these days," she said, "I keep thinking about it...but I think the kids need to get a little older."
"Only do it if it's what you really want, really need, as in your drive to work, or your budget needs your income," I said, "The mom job is full-time regardless, and the rest...well, it makes it all more complicated."
"Yeah, that's why I'm taking my time," she said.
I either heard or projected a feeling of peer pressure and internal pressure to be more, more than just mom, in her words, although she really seemed happy with her life as it was.
********
My daughter hung up the phone sadly, "She's not home again."
"Did you leave a message?" I asked.
"No," she said, "I can't." My heart was torn between pity and a feeling I needed to toughen her up. She needed to learn how to use the phone. She needed to not let her shyness hurt her or others.
"I'll call her mom later, and leave a message," I promised, "Do you want to call Carrie to play?"
"No," she said, "Carrie just wants to play teenager. She watches those shows you won't let us. And anyway, I don't want to play teenager."
I believed her, and we stood there, beside the phone base.
After a second, the moment fell off her like a too large jacket.
"Persistence, hey Persistence! Want to go play pet shop with the animals?" she called out.
"Yeesssss!" came the responding cry from the other room, "Let's go!"
They charged upstairs happily.
*******
Every day, I watch the choices I make filter down, in many ways, on many levels.
What can I say about that. Possibly nothing more than: it is what it is.
Copyright 2008 Julie Pippert. Do not reprint or reproduce without permission.
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Although I think there will come an age where I won't be able to guide them away from bad influences anymore. I can only hope I'll have taught them well enough to make the right choices by that point.
(BTW, hope this doesn't seem a bit much - and am thinking your readers are just gonna say "duh" -but you are a fabulous writer. Seriously, excellent.)
Caroline
The key, at least for me personally, is to try and remember that what's most important is that our kids are happy, and while we may not realize it sometimes, their happiness often depends on our own. To that end, we have to come to terms with our "grown up" issues so that they don't become little kid issues as well.
BTW, we don't let Adam use the phone yet, he can only answer if it he sees the caller ID is someone we know (most likely me or grandmas). But we always do the calling for him and give him the phone once we reach his friend.
I'm afraid I've come down too hard on the side of caution. My children choose their own friends now, of course, but I have some control (outside of school) about how much time they spend with those friends, and where. The day will come when my ability to guide them will become limited. But I wonder all the time if I'm closing off their world too much, with worry or because it's more comfortable for me.
I wish I knew.
Every time we find a kid who seems like they might be well behaved, intelligent, not plugged in, something rears it's ugly head and we're back to just us.
The last playdate we had revealed a kid who's every comment and interjection, while playing with Playmobil, had to do with the internet and killing. Yikes. I wasn't even that bent, knowing that there isn't any internet for kids at my house, but the parents showed up an hour late, with their take-out dinner in hand, and smoking like chimneys. Wow. Guess my time isn't worth a plug nickel. Not the best first playdate behavior. Guess we're back to the beginning again.
Thank god for having two kids close in age!
I loathe the whole play date thing. I avoid it as much as possible. Activities are kept at minimum because girl isn't old enough to have a life too independent from my own.
Other parents parenting skills or lack thereof? Well, I have issues with even my closest friends and my own siblings when it comes to what is okay and what isn't. I set the boundaries for my girl and I am not very diplomatic about it. Everyone seems to deal with that and what they gripe about in my absence isn't my business anyway.
The greatest day of my life came when girl began to entertain herself. Now I can send her outdoors to play or upstairs to her room or down to the playroom - and she goes and she plays.
I've worked fulltime, outside the home, since my son was three years old, and I know it cut him off from some playdates, organized sports and activities, and other aspects of his social development. But come to think of it, it cut ME out of that too. Maybe it didn't have to, but the price of running ourselves ragged to keep up was too high.
My stepchildren have been in the same boat for the last few years since their mom started working post-divorce, and they have the additional complication of the Shared Custody Shuffle.
I think that our circumstances may have reduced the amount of parental politics in my life, but then again, I haven't always known the parents of my kids' friends, which is not an ideal thing. But as you say, it is what it is.
How on earth are allergies going to make someone more susceptible to viruses? Is that what that woman meant? Or was she saying that because she really didn't believe you when you said it was allergies?
And why are people so passive aggressive? Either say nothing or say you think your kid got sick from your friend's kid...the game playing that we adults have to endure....MIND NUMBING.
Your kids will get back into the groove once school starts...one summer without all those kids won't make a difference in the long run...although I commiserate with your mom-guilt over that one. Truly.
Nice picture at the top of the post, though.
~EdT.
Doubly hard when you take your own relationship (or not) with the other child's parents also.
Once my kids hit school age, I noticed something more: the balance between helping them fit in enough to not get eaten alive and maintaining their own sense of self and self-worth. I don't want them worrying about what others think, but I do want them being considerate and aware that it *does* matter.
Robert, the matter of church is an issue for us, too. The politics of playdates and birthday parties are crazy in some cases.
Caroline, thanks and yes, I wasn't quite prepared for it either. I'm not sure why it needs to be so much as it is, and yet, it is what it is LOL. Yes, we are probably not quite rational about it, and definitely all these different boundaries can be intriguing rubbing alongside one another.
Momish, thanks for those words, especially the understanding. Yes, you're right. I think the thing is knowing that at this stage I get to make all the choices and who I am and what I decide, the values I adhere to...my kids are unwitting passengers on my trip.
SciFi Dad, yes, it's not easy, but their happiness also gets more complicated the older they get. It's a challenge to keep up.
Karen, that's it exactly. Yes, that's it. It helps to know you get it.
Angela, thanks. Many thanks. I tell myself that, but you know how it is. Also, SO GLAD you weighed in on the phone issue. I feel like there is such a rush to grow up kids. I take flak for some of my choices, I know, but I haven't pushed the electronics. I don't want phone and computer and electronic games and so forth. I want my kids to know a childhood without that for themselves. Among other reasons.
Liv, the challenge for me is that, hmm, I don't view all interactions the same way, and I'm a very INTJ sort, which can rub wrong. So yes, it is a challenge. The upside to school aged is they make their own friends, and the interactions are more from that angle---if both kids are keen to play together, we tend to make it happen.
Jennifer, I hear you. I can only say that we can do what we think is best, even if the why we think it is unclear. I'd rather my kids learn to make good choices, even if sometimes it is erring on the side of caution, by my guidance now. I'd rather them think "I'm not comfortable in this and that's okay so I'm bailing and two hoots what anyone thinks" when 16 and teen peers do something stupid. I know I did that many times. It didn't earn me the popular card (teens are less understanding of independent thinking than TV shows would have us believe---and I can't say their adult counterparts are much better all the time, self included LOL) but it did earn me the self-respect and less regret card.
We be toys, it is a challenge, especially as my kids get older. This wasn't my situation, but a woman I know was telling me a mom was helping girls at a 10 yo slumber party set up MySpace pages. UGH! Of course of course many parents are nice and kids too, this isn't my point. I'm saying mainly that sometimes I worry about how my choices affect them, and if it really is for their good.
Annie, I admit that occurred to me. We went to camp or something in the summer, but it wasn't all summer. It seemed like people stayed home more back then. My mom never wondered if kids would be home or around. She never called to set up something formal. We were sent outside and played all day. Now, people are so jampacked. It can be hard to connect. Time and boundaries.
Florinda, I think you hit the nail on the head: it's a multiple choice test with no right or wrong answer because the ideal is perfection which is impossible. It's a trick question, there you go, LOL. Yep, it is what it is.
I don't get mad easily but I would have been livid. You obviously handled it better than I would have.
That said, we've been lucky to make some wonderful friends and our kids get along well. We'll see how we do in our next environment, but I suspect things will be better in a different town.
We are dealing with similar things. The kids want to play with their friends but it's so hard to facilitate and coordinate their schedules! We do have a few coming over tomorrow to tie-dye some shirts with us though.
you mentioned the conflict between your feelings and your child's social growth. i know exactly what you mean here,julie. this crap is HARD!!!
I pray a lot.
As long as my kids are smiling more than crying; I take that as a good sign.
Sigh.
I'm not looking forward to the politics of play dates.
What I've learned not to sweat, for some reason, is how the parents feel about me. I don't like everyone in the world, so I don't expect everyone to like me. It's no big thing--just chemistry, right? And who can explain how that works?
and oh, I have so many things to say but I am so very tired I can barely string this sentence together.
What you've described is exactly what I fear, especially since I already feel I don't fit in anyway.
it is what is
yes
We do the best we can do and hope for the best. At least, that's all I know to do.
My wife and I loathe the idea of playdates and having to "manage" our children's play schedule. We both got to just go "out to play" "on the block" when we were kids. The boundaries were clearly drawn, but within that we were "free range children" and we learned to handle ourselves as such. We want that for our children.
What enabled that was a block full of parents who kept a watchful eye over *all* of us and corrected *any* child who misbehaved. Threats to "call your mother" struck fear into us like nothing else. Cooperative discipline and care was how this informal network was managed.
Of course, they didn't have the ability to make thinly-veiled passive-aggressive blog posts to their virtual blog friends. They had to "use their words" to communicate in real life with their real neighbors about their children.
I guess that's what I expect our neighborhood to be like as well.