I never have any idea what to think of the other parents at the playground. They either hover or completely ignore their kids. I imagine I am just as baffling to them. We went to a new park we’ve never been to this afternoon, and two interactions with other parents struck me as funny.
1. Little boy, Sam’s age, does not want Sam to climb where he is and tries to pull him down. Sam ignores him. There is no danger to either of them, so Will and I just watch. Sam stumbles (not the other boys’ fault, nor would it have mattered if it was) and the other boy’s mom runs over, helps him up, and dusts him off. I laugh because we have never made that much of a fuss over him falling over, but I think it was very kind of her.
2. I shoo Sam away from that same boy’s toys. A new family arrives with trucks and balls galore. Sam runs directly over as I lamely call after him. The little girls grab their toys away as he approaches and their dad orders them to share. I laugh because here we are trying to teach our kids manners and telling them basically the opposite thing. He wants his girls to share, I want my boy to keep his hands off other people’s things.
It was a good playground. Sam did not want to leave. It was a longer walk than our regular playground (maybe half a mile more) but I felt much more at ease there.