Proof I can, and will, feel guilty about just about anything
Posted on February 28th, 2012
Yesterday I called out Pea’s new friend after she made fun of Pea stuttering.* Pea was excitedly trying to explain something when the other girl sneered (not parental hyperbole), “You just said ‘So,’ like, fifty times.”
I said, “That was not a nice thing for you to say.” (Pea was still so excited about what she was trying to say that I don’t think she even noticed the exchange.) They played for a little while longer, and then it was time to make dinner, so I sent her friend home.
Then I felt guilty! I mean, I think it’s a fair house rule that mocking my child should be verboten, at least until she develops an ability to counter it. (The new friend is two years older.) I know I can’t put the kid in bubble wrap and protect her from everything, but heck, she’s four. I should be able to shield her at least a little while longer.
When I told him the story, M agreed. And yet: there’s still a little guilt.
*Pea stutters whenever she is on the brink of new cognitive development. When she does, we are very careful not to draw any attention to it.