Oh hello, mama bear
This idea for this blog was derived in the most unlikely of places - in an RHS gardens, particularly popular with parents and retirees alike.
Momentarily forgetting it was the summer holidays, I packed my pre-school brood up for a fun day out.
It was in the children's play area that I realised first, my error in going anywhere in the summer holidays and second, my number one fear as a mother - not being able to protect my children from being hurt. And I am not just talking physically.
When an eight (ish) year old mocked my toddler to his friend (for making a small noise in protest of him dismantling something my little one was playing with), my mother bear protection instinct massively kicked in. It completely surprised me having never been in this situation before. And I was really fuming. It took me hours to gain a bit of perspective. All this and my toddler was completely oblivious. And remembering these boys were children themselves and children aren't exactly known for their maturity.
It comes down to the fact that I hate injustice. It's bad enough when it's against you but if it's against one of your loved ones then that's a whole different kettle of fish. I know that we all need to learn these lessons but it's tough. And it doesn't really get much easier even as an adult.
I know I won't be alone in this but I am dreading these situations with my children. But we need to allow our offspring to experience life - the good and the not so good. All I can do as a parent is to raise my children to be caring and kind and to just be there with compassion and chocolate when life doesn't seem very fair.