I Saw Your Child Test You In Public

Scene: Parent/child waiting area at a kid activity.

Kid 1: “Moooooooooooooom! She’s not SHARING!”

Kid 2.”I don’t want to share with HER!”


Mom: “Kid 2, share with Kid 1.”

Kid 2: “No.”


Mom: “Come here. Sit down.”

Kid 1: “No.”

Mom: “I SAID come HERE.”

Kid 1: “No.”


Oh, and THAT wasn’t the end of it. Kid 1 tested the boundaries of aggravating physical contact with Kid 2, refused to act after a threat of punishment and was forcibly removed from the room (by mom), winding up outside on a bench. These were not my children and that was not me – not this time. I was at an activity for my daughter, waiting with some other parents when one poor mama was tested by one of the best. None of us knew each other. I pretended to stare at my phone. None of us could help her in that moment. We all waited – and thought two things:

1. I’m so glad it’s not me (and my Kid 1)
2. I wish I could tell her she’s not alone.

I have a Kid 1. She’s brilliant and beautiful and … challenging when she decides to be. When she makes up her mind, there is precious little that can move her. I have been that mother. In public, being tested and tried to the end of my wit and patience, trying to merely keep it together without giving too much on my side of the line in this tug-of-war. In those moments, I ALWAYS feel alone. I usually leave the scene feeling defeated by the situation AND the child. I can beat myself up pretty good over those kinds of instances, feeling those glances, wearing my shame – even if I did everything “right.”

It wasn’t so that day – I’m proud to say that we acted. Once the mom came back into the waiting area, errant child deposited on a bench outside – she was greeted with smiles and nods. I had worked up my gumption to give her unsolicited encouragement but before I could speak, one mother reached out to her saying, “We’ve ALL been there.” I couldn’t believe I wasn’t the first to address her. I said, “You’re NOT alone,” putting my phone away as an invitation to conversation. She sat close to me and we started to chat. She kept her cool but was embarrassed. When we started to share stories, another mom came over, introduced herself and said, “I have to be a part of this conversation – (looks at other mother) – you’re DEFINITELY not alone.” We all chatted for about 15 minutes, sharing stories and trading tactics. It was community. 

True story. It was great. I left feeling less alone. I’d garner a bet the other women did, too. I know only their names and we most likely won’t get to engage like that again unless the stars align, but I’ll always remember our conversation. And MAYBE when that happens to me (because it totally will), I’ll know that those folks around me get it (some of them, anyway).

Solidarity, Mama.


Kristen is still in the middle of her love story. She and her best friend of four years gave in and finally decided to date. Two years later, she was engaged. Two years after that, she was married. She’ll celebrate her 17th wedding anniversary this May. Mom to Ellen (8) and James (5), she works full time in Human Resources outside of the home. Her children have taught her that motherhood is hard. And wonderful. And HARD. A proud alum of LSU and Johnson and Wales University, she also collects college degrees. (BS in Psychology, AS in Culinary Arts and BS in Culinary Nutrition). She’s lived in Baton Rouge a majority of her life, with sojourns in New Orleans, Charleston, SC and Providence, RI. The south is clearly home. Recovering from a nearly crippling case of adolescent insecurity, she is still the most likely to have the heel of her shoe caught in the hem of her pants.


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