Dear Mom at the park,
We’ve never met.
I don’t know you.
I don’t pretend to have any idea what kind of life or even day you have had or what may be running through your head at this very moment, but I know that we all have stuff, heavy stuff and life is full of distractions.
I’ll be the first to admit that being a mom is really tough sometimes.
I know I’m out of place and you can tell me to go straight to hell, but I couldn’t help noticing your complete disinterest in your child as he desperately tried to get your attention today at the park.
Do you hear him?
Mom, watch this.
Mom, push me.
Mom, let’s build something.
Mom, help me.
Mom, will you chase me?
Everyone else at the park does.
Please get off your phone and pay attention to your boy.
Incidentally, that scream came from your son who just face planted into the hot rough sand. He needs you.
That incessant plea to be pushed on the swing is coming from your son.
Put your coffee aside and help your little boy get down from the monkey bars. He wants you.
He wants to spend time with you!
It’s not my job to tell your kid that throwing sand is not okay, not to mention barging in front of children half his age. Coming to the park is suppose to be fun for all of us. Sure it’s a drag when there are dozens of places we would rather be, but we are here so let’s make the best of it.
Besides, would it kill you to engage with your child? Couldn’t you block the world out and chase him around in the grass for a few minutes? Why not take a load off and lay on your backs and count the clouds in sky? Build a magnificent sand castle? Slide down the slide together?
Laugh. Smile. Love.
It’s one afternoon, one hour, if that and I’m sure there will be no lasting effects, but childhood goes by way too fast and before you know it, an afternoon turns into a week and weeks become months and so on. I don’t want you to miss it.
Someone who has been there.